K. Morris's Blog, page 19

A Most Respectable Gentleman of the Church

A most respectable gentleman of the church

Would like to bring back the birch.

His friend Miss Wood

Believes that is good,

And likes to give him the birch!

Eliot’s Handstand

When I saw Eliot doing a handstand

I asked him to explain the Wasteland.

He said, “my poem is complex

And many people it has vexed!”.

I said, “yes! That I can understand!”

Birds and Men

I leave the pub behind

And find

In the song of birds

The truth not heard

In the words

Of men

Who prate and hate.

 

 

So I listen to birds

And purifying rain

For there is no hate

In birds or rain.

A Girl’s Heart

She removed her dress

Giving him access

To all her parts

Except her heart

Ron the Poet

There once was a poet named Ron

Who said, “poetry is for everyone!”,

But when he wrote on a bus

The driver created such a fuss!

As he didn’t like poetry or Ron!

Miss Rusty

When a young lady known as Rusty

Said, “you Sir are old and crusty!”.

I said to her, “Miss,

Some girls bring great bliss.

But you Miss are so very rusty!”

Jeff the Chef

There once was a Labrador called Jeff

Who took a job as a chef.

He ate all the food

And was thought very rude,

But he loved his job did Jeff!

Foolish Mark

When a foolish young man known as Mark

Went for a walk in a haunted park,

A kindly old ghoul

Said, “you’re a fool!

But I’ll let you off this once Mark!”

There Once Was a Lady of Settle

There once was a lady of Settle

Who went and stood on a nettle.

She said such bad words

That it frightened the birds,

And shocked the good people of Settle!

The Church and the Tree

Touching this tall old tree

I wonder what feels real to me:

This church of cold stone

Where people go to show their religiosity,

Or this rough bark

Warm from the spring sun.

It is the bark

That calls to my heart

And this gentle sun.