K. Morris's Blog, page 307
February 22, 2020
When A Young Lady Named White
When a young lady named White
Knocked at my door after midnight,
And said, with a grin,
“May I please come in?”,
I wished that girl good night.
Why Do I Spurn
Why do I spurn
This mud, and dust
To which I must
Return?
The Woods Are Not Far
The woods are not far
Away
From car
And dust.
Here I would stay
Amongst these trees
Where the wind’s gust
Will blow,
Whilst the glow
From the shop’s empty, glass,
Must pass
My Friend, Who Owned a Goat
My friend, who owned a goat,
Wrote a poem of great note.
But the very next day,
I’m so sorry to say,
He drowned whilst riding that goat!
Remembrance
She
Fell.
Then, come the day, they
Listened to Adele.
The CD
Was relatively cheap.
Now, when he
Hears Adele,
He
Thinks on a girl who fell
And the comparatively low price,
Of that CD.
February 21, 2020
The Origin of the Word Computer
Being visually impaired, all of my writing takes place on my laptop, using Job Access with Speech (JAWS) software, which converts text into speech and braille enabling me to use a standard Windows computer or laptop. (For anyone interested in finding out more about JAWS,please visit this link, https://www.freedomscientific.com/products/software/jaws/
Given my reliance on computers for writing, reading the news and carrying out other tasks, I was fascinated by a recent post on Interesting...
February 19, 2020
A Respectable Young Lady Named Lou
A respectable young lady named Lou
Likes the number 2,
Whilst her boyfriend Lee
Is fond of 3.
But Lou says “no can do!”.
When A Young Lady Named Hannah
When a young lady named Hannah
Said, “I really don’t like your manner!
You are extremely rude!
And so incredibly crude!
I said, “but you designed this banner!”.
February 18, 2020
Whilst Staggering Home Drunk One Night
Whilst staggering home drunk one night
I saw a ghoul dressed in white,
Who said, “my name is Dave
And I’ve risen from yonder grave.
I said, “do you have a light?”.
When A Young Lady Named Beth
When a young lady named Beth
Said, “you are obsessed with death”,
I spoke of cooking oil
And of Shakespeare’s mortal coil,
Which bored poor Beth to death!
