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There Once Was A Sad Old Clown

There once was a sad old clown
Who made the people frown.
His act was so bad
That it drove them all mad,
So they drummed him out of town!

Girls in Unsuitable Shoes

K Morris - Poet

Men their hearts lose
To girls in unsuitable shoes.
Fire will always burn.
No lessons are learned
While the world, unconcerned
On it’s axis continues to turn.

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I owe a debt to Kiplings’s “The Gods of The Copybook Headings” for line 3 of the poem:
“As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!”.
http://www.kiplingsociety.co.uk/poems_copybook.htm

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A poetic sensation is on its way!

As a poet, I am constantly looking for new and inovative ways to promote my work. To date I have distributed business cards, given poetry readings, been featured on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series and, of course posted here on kmorrispoet.com.

It struck me recently that what is lacking is the creation of a great sensation as a means of bringing my work to the attention of a wider audience. Consequently I have determined, on 1 April, to parade around the city of London...

When A Young Lady with Knobbly Knees

When a young lady with knobbly knees
Said, “your dog undoubtedly has fleas!”,
He remarked, with a bark,
“The truth is stark,
Young lady, you have knobbly knees!”.

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Last night, I fell into conversation with an acquaintance who owns a market stall. My acquaintance sells a good many books (all second-hand), old records and similar items. Many of the people who buy from him are book lovers, however a lady recently bought a whole series of Penguin Classics (all with identical spines) to furnish the home of a person who (I suspect) is more interested in the social status gained by the ownership of an original set of Penguins than in any benefit derived from...

Unintentionally Overheard

The poet sees
The birds and the bees.
The overheard act
Of a fact
Of life.
Wholly unintentional
And inconsequencial,
The poet sees
The birds and the bees.

Excited Sighs

Excited sighs,
Slowly dies.
Tick tock
Of clock.
Lovers they
Can not stay.

The White Cliffs of Dover May Remain

The white cliffs of Dover may remain
Though the express train
Negotiates a perilous ledge.

Or over the edge
We may go
Though ignorant armies say, “below
Lies salvation
For the nation”.

I shall read Arnold’s “Dover Beach”
And think on bad
Faith
And mad
Men

When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Gail

When a young lady whose name is Gail
Decided the great ocean to sail,
In a boat of tissue paper,
I said, “’tis a foolish caper!
Please pass me my Daily Mail”.

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When a young lady whose name is Gail
Decided the great ocean to sail,
In a boat of tissue paper,
I said, “’tis a foolish caper,
You should go to sea on a whale!”.

When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Gale

When a young lady whose name is Gale
Decided the great ocean to sail,
In a boat of tissue paper,
I said, “’tis a foolish caper!
Please pass me my Daily Mail”.

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When a young lady whose name is Gale
Decided the great ocean to sail,
In a boat of tissue paper,
I said, “’tis a foolish caper,
You should go to sea on a whale!”.