K. Morris's Blog, page 147

In Flowering May

In flowering May
We little think
On Autumn grey
But our spring
Does not stay.

Birds Heard at Eventide

Birds heard at eventide.
Tears in human eyes.
How we anthropomorphise!

Moriah and the Squire

There was a young lady named Moriah
Who desired to burn the old squire.
The helpful vicar Hatch
Passed her a match,
And the squire he divorced young Moriah!

Jig Jig

“Jig jig”,
She said,
Caring not a fig
For another stranger’s bed.
Her name forgot,
The circumstance not.

When I Met a Man at His Mowing

When I met a man at his mowing
And said to him, “how is it going?”,
He said to me, “oh no!
I’ve just cut off my toe!”,
I said, “but how is your mowing going?”

There Once Was a Man of Settle

There once was a man of Settle
Who fell into a large boiling kettle.
When they said, “is it hot!”,
He said, “pass me that teapot!
I just can’t settle in this kettle!

Spring

A young woman’s perfume
On a spring afternoon.
We guys vie, try
To impress.
Our grey
On her spring day.

Naughty Miss Brown

When a naughty young lady named Miss Brown
Said, “the judge he will send us down!”,
I said, “what we done
We done it in fun!
And right in the middle of the town …!”

My Stay in a Seedy Old Hotel

Whilst staying in a seedy old hotel
I was accosted by pretty Miss Bell.
It is no crime
To indulge in rhyme
About Miss Bell in a seedy hotel …

Love’s Sting

Sometimes I have seen
The night light gleam
On angels whose wings
Have been clipped
By lustful lips,
Meaning love’s sting
Is not their thing.