K. Morris's Blog, page 22

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.

Permanence

The rain came

And drummed on the car roof.

Now I sit

Listening to the clock’s steady tick

And thinking on the truth

That clocks, as hearts must stop.

But the rain will remain.

After a Night of Delight with Miss White

After a night of delight with Miss White

We got caught by my wife Mrs Right.

She comes from Bristol

And packs a pistol –

We ducked as she shot out the light!

There Once Was a Demon Named Leeman

There once was a demon named Leeman

Who liked to dress as a seaman.

One day a press gang

Gave his head a bang

And that demon became a real seaman!

When I Met the Devil in Town

When I met the Devil in town,

I looked at him with a frown,

And said to him, “sir!

You must know Miss Flair!

As you are wearing her see-through nightgown!”.

A Garden in Early Spring

In early spring

A flock of pigeons takes flight.

A blackbird sings.

I could decide to go inside

As the temperature has dropped.

 

 

Yet, the blackbird has not stopped

His song, which brings delight.

So I stay as the day

Moves, imperceptibly, towards the night.

The Play of the Sunlight

I watch with delight

The play of the sunlight

On my wardrobe.

 

I came out of night

Unrobed into sunlight

To smile for a while.

And return to night.

There Once Was an Old Man in a Shroud

There once was an old  man in a shroud

Who said, “this music is far too loud!”.

They said to him, “Ted!

We thought you where dead!”.

He said, “yes! And  this music is too loud!”.

But a Little While

I have known

Hands cold as stone

And the kiss

That brings no bliss.

 

I have lost myself in lust

And forgot the dust

In a young woman’s painted smile

For a little while.

 

On this cold spring day

I know my grey

And all girl’s painted smiles

Will, as this day

Stay but a little while.

 

Magyar

When a young lady wearing no bra

Said, “do you know I’m a Magyar?”,

And I said, “so you are Hungary?”,

She replied, “no, I’ve just had tea!

But I just can’t find my bra!”