K. Morris's Blog, page 257

Flair

My friend whose name is Flair

Has enjoyed many a sordid affair.

The great philosophy professor

Owns a welsh dresser.

And I’ve seen Flair dancing there.

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A young lady whose name is Flair

Has indulged in many a sordid affair.

The daughter of archbishop Kipper

Is employed as a stripper.

And her stage name, it is Flair!

When A Young Lady Eating Bananas

When a young lady eating bananas

Said, “do you sell see-through pyjamas?”.

A shop assistant named Paul

Pointed to the opposite wall.

But she couldn’t see any pyjamas!

I Am A Man

I am a man

And have respect

For women.

Yet a high-heel shoe

And a smooth, perfect

Leg

Turns my thoughts to sinning

And to bed.

I find

That an empty mind

Does not attract.

But a giggle.

A wriggle

And a vacuous smile,

May distract

For a while.

Secretive Giggles

Secretive giggles.

Young women’s wriggles.

A moment of pleasure

In hot weather.

A Young Lady Wearing Just Pink Socks

A young lady wearing just pink socks

Said, “my behaviour it so frequently shocks.

I can hear the knocking

Of the Lord Bishop Hocking.

I wonder will he like my socks?”.

When A Young Lady Waving A Rifle

When a young lady waving a rifle

Said, “I hope you like my trifle”.

I said, “it’s very good,

But, I was wondering could,

You please stop waving around that rifle!”.

Tomorrow

We may

Never see tomorrow.

For each moment we borrow.

And tomorrow’s sun

Must become,

Today.

There Once Was A Poet Named Lyme

There once was a poet named Lyme

Who composed poems about nothing but time.

Whilst drinking one day,

The sky turned grey.

And the great publican, he called time.

Clock

I forget the ticking of the clock.

But recollect it, when I stop.

Is time benign?

Long after

I have reached my end,

Perchance a friend,

Suddenly hearing the tick tock

Of the clock

Will think on former laughter,

And their own, inevitable end.

The Arts

After she departs

To a destination unknown

He texts her phone

With a “thank you”.

The arts may capture

A true

Lover’s rapture.

Or gratitude to an actress, who played

Her part, to perfection, on his stage.