K. Morris's Blog, page 109
December 8, 2022
When An Adventurous Young Lady Named Miss Fay
When an adventurous young lady named Miss Fay
Invited us all to play in the hay,
The squire’s Beagle
Discovered a needle,
And the squire made hay with Miss Fay!
A Much Widowed Young Lady Named Lake
A much widowed young lady named Lake
Has baked many men in a cake.
She is extremely pretty
And really quite witty,
But I really don’t fancy Lake’s cake …!
December 6, 2022
A Man Who is a Terrible Sinner
A man who is a terrible sinner
Came round to mine for his dinner.
His name being Paul
He ate it all.
As for me? I grew much thinner!
In Early December
In early December
November’s leaves still adorn
The woodland lawn.
Man’s pattern is made
In light and shade.
But the gardener’s rake
Rakes all leaves.
December 5, 2022
A Fallen Tree
On 3 December, I published this poem, https://kmorrispoet.com/2022/12/03/i-passed-a-log/. Below is a slightly reworked version of my composition entitled A Fallen Tree:
A fallen tree
Spoke to me
On a
December day.
Once it stood
In ancient wood.
Now I
Pass by
As December grows colder
And I ever older.
December 4, 2022
I Would Rather Delve
I would rather delve
Into dusty bookshelves.
There are other pleasures,
But the treasures
Of literature stay
While a girl’s smile
Soon fades away.
Yet, literature has no arms
And, on a December day
Young women’s charms
May tempt me away
From my dust covered books
To girl’s who’s looks
Must fade to dust,
Though today they may play.
I Met a Young Lady Named Marge
I met a young lady named Marge
Who posts lots of ads for massage.
And when I got there
A police constable called Claire
Charged me and Marge on a barge!
December 3, 2022
Revolution and Evolution, the History of the Book
“In around 1440 AD, a goldsmith called Johannes Gutenberg began assembling the apparatus that would eventually become known as the first Western printing press. Thirty years later, this invention had transformed Europe, spiritually, economically and politically. In this episode of Worldview Adam Boulton is joined by Professor Alexander Lee and Professor Emma Smith to chart the history of the book, from its revolutionary beginnings to the present day.”
I Passed a Log
I passed a log
With my dog
On a December day.
Once it stood
In this ancient wood.
Now I
Pass by
As December grows colder,
And I ever older.
As I Strolled Home One Dark December Night
As I strolled home one dark December night
I met a young lady dressed in white.
Her skirt being real short
I thought that I ought
To lend her my coat that cold night …!
