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There Was A Young Lady Named Hocking

There was a young lady named Hocking
Who engaged in conduct most shocking.
I can not repeat
But it concerned bare feet,
And a vicar who stole a stocking!

There Was A Young Man With A Blister

There was a young man with a blister
Who composed a complex tongue twister.
It twists and it turns
And concerns fragile earns,
And it really irritates my sister!

This rhyme is out of time

K Morris - Poet

This rhyme
Is out of time
And I have not the will
To set it right
Tonight.

I am no sage
Yet dream of a golden age
Where clocks kept slow time
And to rhyme
Was thought the proper thing to do.
Perhaps this view
Is at least half true.

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Bangle

A bangle
Given to me
By thee
Over wine
Did mine
Heart entangle
With thine.

Now I carry with me
Something of thee,
For a girl’s bangle
Does entangle
Thine heart
With mine.

There Was A Young Man of Fife

There was a young man of Fife
Who had a very hard life,
So to make his world sunny
He married his sweet honey,
Who led him a very hard life …

Poet K Morris to be featured on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, at 1:10 pm pst, on Thursday 16 May 2019

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I am delighted to announce that I shall be featured on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, at 1:10 pm pst, on Thursday 16 May 2019. During the broadcast I shall talk about (and read) my poems.

You can find my previous interview on The World Poetry Reading Series here, http://worldpoetry.ca/?p=13500, during which I read from my collection of poems, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”, which is available here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07GD1LBMV/
(for the UK) and here: ht...

Night Duty

K Morris - Poet

The click clack of stilettos.
Girls from ghettos
Feet are lost
In carpets they could never afford,
While a discreet board
Shows the cost
Of most things.

The lift bell pings.
What goes up must go down.
The receptionist, eyes lost in her book
Gives a slight frown.
Why bother to look?
For of course
A nod is as good as a wink
To a blind horse.

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You Gave To Me

You gave to me
Fallen blossom from a tree.
Now I think of thee
When I see
That fading blossom from a tree.

You gave to me
A blanket to keep the cold away
As we
Sat in the garden yesterday.

The thought of Thee
Will stay
With me,
Those precious hours,
Those flowers
That blanket,
And you, with me.

When A Young Lady By The Name of Lou

When a young lady by the name of Lou
Asked, “do you love me true?”,
I said, “by the bright stars above
Its you who I love,
But the pub it closes at 2!.

When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Joan

When a young lady whose name is Joan
Said, “please, just leave me alone!”,
I replied with a sigh,
“I am a tolerant guy,
But please, stop calling me on your phone!”.