K. Morris's Blog, page 21

An Act of Genorosity

When a young lady known as Miss Lee

Said, “I know that you don’t like me!”.

And I said, “you are nice,

But I have never liked vice!”,

She said, “what if I wave the fee …!

An Act of genorosity

I Love the Wood

I long for the wet woods

Where the rainy breeze

Is full of flowers and leaves

And the damp earth

Speaks of death and rebirth.

I love the wood

When birds sing after rain.

 

 

I will surely die,

And Mother Nature will remain.

But we are forever part

Of nature’s great heart.

Her vital cycle of birth,

Death and good earth.

Children at Play

The sound of children playing ball.

A Blackbird’s call.

Sunlight on green grass.

I know all this must pass,

Yet take delight

On this spring day

In the call of the blackbird

And children’s play.

Meg and the Giant Easter Egg

There once was a girl named Meg

Who hid in a giant Easter egg.

But the sun shone down

And she turned chocolate brown,

And got eaten along with that egg!

My Horse Named Galloping Thought

On passing the golf course

On my horse named galloping thought,

I heard a blackbird trill.

 

 

At once my horse stood still

And my heart was caught

By the bird’s song.

 

 

But that stubborn old galloping horse

Did not stop long.

And my thought ran on.

 

I’ve Just Met the Easter Bunny

I’ve just met a lady called Honey

Who was dressed as the Easter bunny.

When I offered her some lettuce

She said, “that’s not my fetish!

But sir, this bunny does love money!”

Miss Purvis

I know a young lady named Purvis

Who is known for her special service.

When the lights go down

I’ve seen the vicar frown

When the bishop disappears with Miss Purvis …

The Divinity of Rhyme

The clock shows the wrong time.

Sometimes a poem doesn’t rhyme.

I’ve heard people curse

At free verse,

But rhymes

Divine.

Decay

On a spring day

Our shadows passed

Over the woodland grass.

We discussed logs

And how they decay.

As our dogs

Lost themselves in play

I envied them

And pitied we men.