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Public performance of copyright works by performers (other than the copyright owner)

A couple of days back, as I crossed London’s Victoria Street, the strains of Adele’s “Hello” reached my ears, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQHsXMglC9A.

No, the song wasn’t being played by the artist herself, but by a busker and he was playing it extremely well on an electric violin. On hearing the music my first thought was “this busker has talent” (as indeed he had). However, as a poet (and as someone who holds the copyright to my own work), my second thought was “how does copyright work...

There Was A Young Man Named Frank

There was a young man named Frank
Who, on being ordered to walk the plank
Said, “I am washing my hair
And there is deep water down there!
So I’d rather not walk the plank!”.

—

There was a young man named Frank
Who, on being ordered to walk the plank
Said, “I shall obey your command,
But we are on dry land,
So what is the point of the plank?”

I Know A Young Barmaid Named Page

I know a young barmaid named Page
With whom I try to engage.
But when I ask her to dance
She says, “you have no chance,
As your bar bill you haven’t paid!”.

—

I know a young actress named Page
With whom I tried to engage.
But when I asked her to dance
She said, “you have no chance,
Then she threw me off the stage!”.

There Was A Young Lady Named Lizzie

There was a young lady named Lizzie
Who was always so terribly busy.
Well that’s what she said,
But she was often in bed,
That mendacious young lady named Lizzie!

My Shadow Falls

My shadow falls,
On the pavement,
In the sun,
And when the sun goes down
And the world in darkness does drown,
I and my shadow
Will be done.

Music for a Dying Civilisation

Music for a dying
Civilisation, followed me along London’s Victoria Street.
Then, lost amidst a myriad hurrying feet,
It’s sighing,
Gradually died away.

A Young Lady Who Is Extremely Sinful

A young lady who is extremely sinful,
Having imbibed more than a skinfull,
Invited me back to her pad
But, being a very good lad
I declined that young lady most sinfull!

The Evening Bird Has the Last Word

A poem from my archives.

K Morris - Poet

The evening bird
Has the last word
Ere night closes.
In on virtue and sin.

The poet supposes
That another sun
Will come
and he will thrill
To birdsong once more.
Ere his day is o’er.

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A Man of the World Looks Back

I remember the first time.
Not quite a one night stand
For I saw
Her at least once more
And write this rhyme
To set down what was not
Quite the first time,
But, for better (or worse)
She was the first
Of her kind.

I shall say no more
For to bore
Is rude
And this rhyme
About another kind
Of first time
May be viewed
As boring and crude
By those who
Through their Pangloss glasses
See only pure
Unboring lasses

Sea, Sand and . . .

Sea, sand and . . .
Sun kissed skin
Does not
Lead to sin
For the weather is too hot
For that,
And I quite forgot
My shoe
In the flat
Of a girl named Lou.
But enough of that
For there is sea and
Sand and …