K. Morris's Blog, page 157
January 25, 2022
A Dog Who Had No Tail
A dog who had no tail
Made the poor vicar turn pale.
As the day turned dark
He would howl and bark
Until the devil returned his tail!
January 24, 2022
There Was a Young Lady Named Divine
There was a young lady named Divine
Who composed poems all of 1 line.
When drunk on strong beer
Her verse it would veer
But the critics all found her divine!
Swansong
There was an old man named Long
Who wept as he sang his swansong.
They took off their hats
And whacked him with bats.
And so ended that swansong of Long!
January 23, 2022
We are Sparks
We are sparks
In the dark.
A brief light
Piercing the night.
But no spark
Conquers the dark.
There Once Was a Very Droll Troll
There once was a very droll troll
Who went by the name of Doll.
A young lady named Miss Wood
Said, “you’ll come to no good!”
Which greatly amused that droll troll Doll!
January 22, 2022
My Clever Friend
My friend who is so very clever
Knows how to avoid the bad weather.
His name it is Moat
And instead of a coat
That clever young man wears Miss Heather!
When a Young Lady Tramping Through Barley
When a young lady tramping through barley
Said, “do you know old farmer Farley?”
They said, with a glare,
“Claire! Get out of there!
You are trampling old farmer Farley’s barley!”
January 21, 2022
Guest Writer Spot – @drewdog2060
My thanks to Esther Chilton for publishing my guest post. Please do visit the original post on Esther’s website. Kevin
How’s your week been? I hope you’ve had a good one. My Guest Writer for you this week is Kevin Morris, with a fantastic poem from his new collection, Leaving and Other Poems, which will be available from Amazon in late January/early February 2022. To find out more, click here.
Eternity
Shall I intrude
Into their quietude?
The wind sings
...When a Housemaid Named Miss Mariah
When a housemaid named Miss Mariah
Said, “I have a burning desire!”
I said to her,
“Go along with Claire
And light the old squire’s fire!”
January 20, 2022
Caught Up in My Dark Thought
Caught up in my dark thought
I did walk
Through the churchyard without any light.
It was night.
Something ran from dog and man.
I continued alone
Groping for home
