K. Morris's Blog, page 37

I Once Met a Dog Drinking Beer

I once met a dog drinking beer

Who said, “do you know Miss Ria?”.

I said, “she’s divine

And fond of wine.

But dogs they should not drink beer!”

When a Snobby Young Lady

When a snobby young lady known as Lou

Went and stood in some very strong glue,

And she said to us all,

“I am stuck to this wall!”.

We said, “you’ve always been stuck up Lou!”

Cook’s New Poetry Book

When a poet whose name was Cook

Went and published a new poetry book,

And a young man called Frank

Said, “the pages are all blank!”.

“That’s because it’s blank verse!”, said Cook.

A Reading of My November Guest

Robert Frost is one of my favourite poets so, in honour of November, I am posting a reading of Frost’s My November Guest on Youtube

 

Robert Frost – My November Guest

 

 

Poet Kevin Morris Reading his Poem Autumn Fly

In honour of the passing Autumn, I am reposting a reading of my poem Autumn Fly

https://soundcloud.com/kevin-stephen-morris/autumn-fly

 

The Monk and the Skunk

When I met an extremely drunk old monk

Who went an threatened me with his skunk,

And I said to Hocking,

“His behaviour is really shocking!”.

She said, “whose? The monk or the skunk!”

Often Poetry is Enough

Often poetry is enough.

But sometimes I find my mind

Occupied by other stuff.

I see young women in heels

Slippery as eels.

 

 

Like eels they slip away.

Though some stay.

A moment in time

Caught in rhyme,

When they have gone away.

I Once Met a Very Bad Lad

I once met a very bad lad

Who said, “your poetry makes me sad!”.

I said to him “Moore!

You are a terrible bore!”,

As I soundly beat that bad lad!

 

How Soon the Lights Go Out

The eternal wind roared last night

Bringing thoughts of Wuthering Heights.

No Heathcliff threw open the window

Imploring Cathy to come in .

Yet I felt the storm grin.

 

How quickly the lights

Of pubs and clubs go out.

And the reveller’s shout

Is lost in wind and night.

The Old Tree

I heard an ugly sawing sound

As an old oak came down.

It was the tree or the wall

That had to fall

So the old oak had to go.

 

Looking out my window

I see another ancient tree

Looking back at me.

It’s greenery gave me shade

During the recent heatwave.

 

This tree was here long before I came

And may well remain

When I am one with wind and rain.

 

 

But all things fall

In the end, however much we pretend it is not so.

This tree will go

And another grow. Well, I hope tis so.