K. Morris's Blog, page 292

Lou

Oh Lou, do take off your shoe,
And let down your long blonde hair.
There is no harm in that sir.
And as for my shoe,
Ill do that for you.
But, sir I have 2?.

Lou, take off both your shoe.
Sir, you must mean shoes.
I beg you to use
Correct grammar, as all gentlemen should!.

Dear Lou, please would
You remove your stockings?.
Sir, cease your mocking.
Im not wearing stockings!.

Oh dear Lou, that all-in-one
Dress could soon be gone.
Please, do take it off.
Sir, you are so extremely persistent,
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Lyme Who Just Couldn’t Rhyme

A young man whose name is Lyme
Can never get his poems to verse.
His girlfriend Lou
Lost a boot,
Whilst composing a rather fine rhyme.

Beauty Queen

Men dream
Of a beauty queen.
A few find romance
In Aphrodites dance.
Her bare
Arms
And each pert breast
Possess
Such charms.

But, if she be
Merely beauty,
It preys on his mind,
That behind
That pretty face
Lies a vacant place.

Her perfume is sweet
At night.
But, come mornings light
Body odours defeat
And fresh perfume
Must fill the room.

Yet he
Is as she
And must
Wash and brush.
I
Know that Lust
Has a short sell by date,.
And both love and lust
End in dust.

Wordplay

A bird
I heard,
Brought peace.
And my wordplay
Did cease,
For today
At least.

Whilst Pottering in My Brand New Back Kitchen

Whilst pottering in my brand new back kitchen
I met a beautiful young lady of Hitchin.
She jumped out of my freezer
And asked me to please her.
So I said, I greatly admire your stichin!.

There Once Was A Lady Of Hitchin

There once was a lady of Hitchin
Whos curtains just wouldnt stop twitchin.
She was shocked by the sinning
Of the young men and women,
Who she watched, whilst at her stichin!

Are All the Single Young Men and Women

Are all the single
Young men and women
Forgoing the sweet tingle
Of sinning,
And spending their time
In rhyme,
While
We are in lockdown?

I smile
And think
That some may drown
In drink,
Whilst others dream.
But much, you know
Will go
Unseen.
Though the odd neighbour may snitch
On those who scratch an itch

I Met A Young Lady Named May

I met a young lady named May
Who said, I regret I can not stay.
I said, with tears of great sorrow,
Young woman, each precious moment we borrow.
But, tis still April, my dear young May!.

In Mid April

In mid April
The birds sing
And start
A rill
Of hope in my heart.
Surely this Covid thing
Will pass?
But, for now lad
And lass
Are glad
That birds still sing
In spring.

Meets

Back seat
Car meets.
Or a certain hotel,
That she knows well.

Birds sing
In spring.
At 19,
What does she dream?