K. Morris's Blog, page 27

Art in the Park

When a girl who is fond of art

Took her clothes off in the local park,

Her friend Kate

Painted her portrait,

And the bishop he lounged in that park …

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Copyright: Kevin Morris.

Time Passing

My old blue armchair

Is still there

By the wooden bookcase.

In that space

I sat and read

As the antique clock ticked

My day away.

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Here, no clock ticks

And my need

Is for these antibiotic drips.

But how I miss

My old bookcase

And the ageing armchair where

I read the day away.

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When I return again

To my own private place

The tick tock

Of my old clock

From high on the bookcase

Will teach me humility.
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.

Lady in Red

When a naughty young lady in red

Was found hiding under my hospital bed,

A nurse known as Lou

Said, “I’ll spank you two!”,

Now our bums are sore and red!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.

Lou Who Has a Fondness for Eating Glue

I’m dating a young lady named Lou

Who has a fondness for eating glue.

When I aske her why

She says, with a sigh,

“its just what I have to do!”
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.

Hospital Sunshine

The delight of sunlight on hospital corridors

Speaks of the great outdoors.

I walk in sunshine for a time.

Then, returning indoors, I rhyme

Of pretty nurses

Who make us patients laugh

As they pass

By our hospital beds.

I wonder, will these verses

Still be read

When I and pretty nurses

Find our final bed.

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Copyright: Kevin Morris.

The Bishop’s Lapse

When a single young lady in red

Made love in the bishop’s new bed,

And the bed it collapsed

She said, “we have lapsed!

And we’ve landed on the vicar’s head!”
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.

There Once was a Man from Norwich

There once was a man from Norwich

Who was extremely fond of his porridge.

 When they fed him Weetabix

He hit them with sticks

So they kicked him out of Norwich!

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Copyright: Kevin Morris.

The Hungry Vampire

There once was a vampire named Lake

Who entered a restaurant to eat steak.

A waitress called Moriah

Said, “you’re a vampire!”,

Are you sure you want that stake!”
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.

Free Air

The air outside the hospital is free.

I have walked the periphery

Of the hospital’s grounds and found

How dear the air is to me.

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It enters through my window

And calls to me of liberty

And says how below, people don’t know

The profundity of the air.
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.

A Kind of Immortality

I may achieve a kind of immortality

Through my poetry.

But when I go

Above or below

Why should I care

For I will no longer be there

To know
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.