K. Morris's Blog, page 288

Hair Extensions

He confessed:
She has hair extensions,
And other things best
Not to mention.
And the lays
She plays
Are as old as humanity.

You wouldnt take her to meet mother
For tea,
For she
Is not that kind of a lover.
And the song she sings,
And other things,
Would cause disention.

She takes cabs everywhere.
And her hair
Has extentions
(As I have already mentioned).

She can never stay for long
And her song
I shall not mention
Lest it cause contention
Amongst those who would object
To, and reject,
Girls...

I Drink My Wine

I drink my wine,
As evening gently falls.
And listen to bird calls.
Their poetry, far surpasses mine.

When A Young Lady Hiding In A Bush

When a young lady hiding in a bush
Said, look, is that a blackbird or thrush!,
An elderly gentleman passing by
Said, oh my, oh my,
That is a talking bush!.

Prostitute and Client

At a time meant for dolls
A boy, almost twice her age . . .
Her texts lack many LOLS.

Now they engage
Beneath the quilt.
Should he feel guilt?
She is no girl now,
But a woman of legal age.

He wonders how
And why?
Inwardly heaves a sigh,
And pays.

Whilst Strolling in the Hot Summer Weather

Whilst strolling in the hot summer weather
I met a young lady of pleasure.
She stole my wallet and coat
Then rode away on a goat,
Whilst dressed in stilettos and leather!

Hypocrisy

Those who would deny
That we are all hypocrites to some extent,
Should repent
Of their lie!

A few,
Its true
Maybe naive,
And themselves deceive.
Yet I
Say that most men, deliberately lie.

So I
Will try
Not to condemn
Other men
Lest they should find me out
And, from the church rooftops shout,
Sir, you also, lie!.

Some possess the art
To conceal, within their heart,
Their own hypocrisy. But conscience or fear
Does, in their nightmares shout,
Your fellow man may find you out!.

A Woodland Walk

I walk the man-made
Woodland path,
Where past
Lovers played.

Today, lovers still laugh,
And sigh.
Whilst I
Pass by
An old oaktree,
Which has stood
In this ancient wood,
Long before, them, and me.

When A Young Lady Named Claire

When a young lady named Claire
Went, with her feet bare,
And a very short dress,
Into the Officers mess,
I wish that Id been there!

When My Friend Whose Name is Mia

When my friend whose name is Mia
Said, tell me what I want to hear!.
I said, you are witty,
And more than just pretty.
Now please give me back my beer!.

When Visiting My Friend The Squire

When visiting my friend the squire
I met a young housemaid named Moriah.
Who was in a state of undress
Which, I must most earnestly stress,
Had nothing to do with the squire!