K. Morris's Blog, page 282
May 18, 2020
My Chateau
When a young lady named Lee
Said, tell me your biggest fantasy.
I mentioned my chateau
And my mistress flow.
And now shes staying with me!
Through the Poet’s Eyes
We are going to hell in a handcart
Has for long been a theme of art.
Intellectuals do, sometimes, over intellectualise.
Yet, the poets eyes
May, with foresight see
The slow, death, of liberty.
Lin
When a young lady named Lin
Said, sir, are you into discipline??,
As I have either cane or slipper.
I said,just this milk and kipper.
Although the cane does sound tempting, Lin!.
Change
There was a young man named Strange
Who said, everything must change!.
So he changed it all around
But, discovering nothing at all profound,
Again he made a change!
When a Middle-Aged Lady Named Ann
When a middle-aged lady named Ann
Said, have you seen my man?.
I said, he went off with Bess.
A blonde in a little black dress.
And why are you waving that pan!
May 17, 2020
Street Cat
The below is dedicated to my friends cat:
There once was a wiley street cat
Who liked to do this and that.
When she went out on the town
All her sorrows to drown,
It ended in a scrap!
There once was a wiley street cat
Who liked to do this and that.
She went out on the town
All her sorrows to drown,
With a rat whose name was Matt!
Let it Be
Earlier today, I went for a walk with a friend in Spa Wood, (a woodland which is just a short stroll from my home).
My friend had not seen the woods since 2019 and remarked that the canopy was not as thick as was previously the case. She also noted, with regret that a number of trees had succumbed to the axe.
A number of trees (including holly) have been removed, the reason given being that the conservationists wish to return the wood (so far as is possible) to its traditional state, in which...
Christine Who I’ve Never Seen
There is a young lady named Christine
Who I swear that Ive never seen.
Her husband Lee
Is looking for me.
But Ive never seen blonde Christine!
When A Rather Vicious Looking Bunny
When a rather vicious looking bunny
Said, give me all your money!.
And I said, are you a highwayman?,
He said, no, my name is Dan,
But my friends all call me Honey!.
Do Good Men Count Sheep
Do good men count sheep
As they enter dreamless sleep.
And bad men count heels
(And, losing count of deals
Done for fun
Fall into a troubled sleep)?
Do good men cherish each part
Of a lovers heart.
Whilst wicked men
Take up their pen
When a girl departs,
And immortalise them in art?
