K. Morris's Blog, page 224
January 26, 2021
Art and Sin
He sees the mind behind
Those stilettos,
And her so short clothes.
There is bliss
In her kiss
For him.
Seeing her heart
He ponders on art.
And what is sin.
Gin
When a young lady drunk on strong gin
Said, “young women are all full of sin!”.
I said, “I’ve often seen you fall”.
But that girl simply could not recall.
Which was down, I think to the gin!
January 25, 2021
A Girl’s Innocence
A girl’s innocence so oft attracts.
Her guilelessness
Does distract.
But, if she does, finally, undress.
Oft, ‘tis over, More or less.
January 24, 2021
The Kiss
When I met a rather pretty little miss
And I said, “please, give me a kiss!”.
Her boyfriend called Ted
Said, “you are dead!”.
So I didn’t stick around for that kiss!
Footprints in the Snow
As I go
I make footprints in the snow.
The red postbox continues to stand,
A symbol of a vanishing land.
Footprints will go,
Covered by snow
And this dear England of mine,
Is it all in my mind?
Racey Tracy
I know a pretty young lady named Tracy
Who has a reputation for being quite racey.
Dear readers, I must confess
I’ve oft seen her dress.
But rarely when being worn by Miss Tracy …
Found: One of the First Books Ever Printed in England
A fascinating find.
The pages were instantly recognizable due to black typeface and hand-painted red paragraph marks. Image: University of Reading/The Independent
Pages from one of the first books ever printed in England were recently found by librarians at the University of Reading. The pages, which were hidden away for decades in the pages of a different text, were meant to tell priests how to plan feasts.
Sarum OrdinalAccording to Atlas Obscura and The Independent, the ...
January 22, 2021
Polly
When an attractive young lady called Polly
Invited me to indulge in something jolly.
I went round to her house
Where we enjoyed wine and grouse.
And her friend whose name is Holly.
January 21, 2021
Trite
When a young lady named Miss White
Said, “your poetry it is terribly trite”.
I said, “let me compose
A poem to my rose”.
And I went home alone that night …
On A Chilly Winter’s Evening
On a chilly winter’s night
The song of a bird
I heard
As he sang to me
From a churchyard tree.
Such delight,
And poignancy.
But that was in me.
