K. Morris's Blog, page 351
October 9, 2019
When I Found A Young Lady Named Mable
When I found a young lady named Mabel
Dancing upon my fine old dining table,
And I said, “do you know that’s an antique!”,
She replied, “good sir, late next week
I shall meet you in your father’s old stable”
The Dust Is Certain
The dust
Is certain
For every person
Whether he
Or she
Be good or bad.
Is it wrong
To long
For pleasure?
For the sweet heather
Will not last forever
And the summer sun
Is soon done.
Privilege
A poem written in one of my more cynical (do I mean realistic) frame of mind.
I stand opposed to all privilege,
To the bitter end.
Yet, if it be mine own
I do, as a dog with a bone
My privilege defend,
Gainst foe and friend
A Young Man Named Snell
A young man named Snell
Owns an extremely dirty hotel.
When I said “you must clean!”,
He replied, “have you not seen,
The low prices in this hotel!”.
October 8, 2019
On Looking In My Bin
On looking in my bin
I found Mr Jeremy Corbyn,
Who said, “I am planning for power,
In this great ivory tower”.
I said, “you’re hiding in my bin!”.
Awaking As The Clock Struck Midnight
Awaking as the clock struck midnight
I found to my great delight,
The late author, Mr Charles Dickens
With a large flock of toy chickens,
And my Mistress who calls herself White!
October 7, 2019
On Opening My Large Old Wardrobe
On opening my large old wardrobe
And seeing a young lady’s earlobe,
I said, “have you seen my shirt?”,
At which she called me a flirt,
And said, “please put on your robe!”.
When An Extremely Fat Man Named William Paul
When an extremely fat man named William Paul
Fell with great force against my garden wall,
And I heard the wall crack
As he fell on his back,
I said, “Paul, shall pay for my wall!”.
October 6, 2019
When A Young Lady Named Bess
When a young lady named Bess
Went to visit Loch Ness,
She saw no monster great,
But met a girl called Kate,
Who said she knew Miss Ness!
In this wood
In this wood,
In parts overgrown
I walked alone,
Yet I had a myriad tree
For company.
Then the rain came
And I was free,
For I am part
Of the wood’s heart
Which lives in me.
