K. Morris's Blog, page 43

Cold

You kept your top on.

I knew you wouldn’t stay.

When you where gone

I found a piece of pizza

You had left behind.

There are many kinds of takeaway.

And I often find

Such dishes are stone cold

An Interesting Question

I know a young lady named Winning

Who spends all her days in sinning.

My girlfriend Coral

Calls her immoral

And asks how I know Miss Winning …

Useless Thought

6 degrees.

The air in the wood is good.

Leaves fall

And a Blackbird’s call

Follows me through the trees.

 

 

My mind should be still

But. Like a mill

I find my mind grinds

And the bird is only half heard.

 

 

Would that I could

Be one with bird and tree

But useless thought

Has it’s hold on me.

 

 

Yet, sitting here

I can almost hear

The Blackbird

And see the beauty of each tree

Which yesterday I failed to see.

The Mad Old Professor

When I met a mad old professor

Who jumped out of my Welsh dresser,

I said to him, “Jim!

You are far from slim!

How did you fit in that dresser!”

 

When a Married Young Lady in My Bathtub

When a married young lady in my bathtub

Said, “can we go to a sex club!”.

I said, “Mrs Hocking!

Your suggestion is shocking!

But I hear the food there is good …”

My Little Sex Kitten

A young lady of Great Britain

Says she’s my little sex kitten.

Her big boyfriend Dan

Has a lethal plan

So I’m packing and leaving Britain!

When a Morbid Young Man Named Round

When a morbid young man named Round

Said, “we end in the cold ground”,

We said, “don’t be sad.

We’ll make you feel glad!”.

And we spun Round round and round!

Sky Who Works in the Field of AI

I know a young lady named Sky

Who works in the field of AI.

Her boyfriend called Dan

Looks like a pan!

I think he may be an AI!

The Rain Has Come

The rain has come.

Some wait for the sun.

I wonder about thunder

And think on the tree

Outside my window.

In all probability

It will outlast me.

Though storm may bring it low

Ere I go

To become as one with sun

And life-giving rain.

The Importance of Discretion

My friend, who lacks any kind of discretion

Has an obsession with the world’s oldest profession.

At just gone midnight

I met Miss White

Who said, “your friend he lacks any discretion …!”