K. Morris's Blog, page 452

When The Wife of A Man Called Ted

When the wife of a man called Ted
Found a stiletto under their bed
She said, “I’m sure that this shoe
Belongs to my good friend Lou!”,
At which Ted turned and fled!

When A Bold Young Man of Bristol

When a bold young man of Bristol
Threatened me with his pistol
I said, with a sigh
“You foolish young guy!
Throw down that water pistol!”.

Saturday Humour

I know a person of old London town
Who decided their sorrows to drown
But having no cash
They took action most rash.
Now the judge he is sending them down!

—

There once was a lady of London town
Who wore a perpetual frown.
In a leaky old tent,
In a place called Kent
She married a jolly old clown!

—

There once was a lady called Black
Who’s heels whent clickety clack.
When in a graveyard at night
She received a most terrible fright,
So ran and didn’t look back!

In Autumn

In autumn leaves patter

Down.

The vane

Frown

And dye their hair

As though ‘twere

Not so.

But the wise know

That leaves must

Turn to dust

And life’s dream shatter.

Hustle

Oh! how he did hustle for heels
And oh! how her hips
Did so deliciously sway.
But oh! how time slips
Unnoticed Away!

Guest Blog: Secret Diary of PorterGirl

Interesting Literature

In this special guest blog post, Porter Girl – who, when she isn’t blogging about her adventures at Old College, is sharing her experience reading difficult James Joyce novels – tells us about her journey from blogger to published author

Interesting Literature has long been one of my favourite sites, proving to be the most informative and entertaining of literary resources across the whole of the world wide web. Being asked to contribute a small missive for its illustr...

There Once Was A Ghost Called Banquo

There once was a ghost called Banquo
Who, having nowhere particular to go
Frightened poor Macbeth
Half to death
As all lovers of Shakespeare know.

A Roll in the Hay

The hay
Imagined sweet.
Feet
That dance
Without romance.

Then she is on her way
For there is no contract to stay,
Just a roll in the hay
And pay, pay, pay.

“Not Our Kind: the Problem of Book Reviewing Through Tribal Identification”

https://freebeacon.com/culture/not-our-kind/.

The above article is worth a read and is self-explanatory. As for the poem which sparked the article (which is linked to from within the piece), from a personal perspective the literary work is not particularly to my taste. However the attacks on the poet, Anders Carlson-Wee), which are detailed in the article, appear to me to constitute a gross over reaction to what he wrote and I must confess to being somewhat surprised by the fulsome apology o...

Wednesday Humour

A beautiful young lady from France
Asked me whether I wished to dance.
As we started to waltz
I said, “are you false?”
She replied, “shush, just enjoy the dance!”.

—

When a naughty young lady called Samantha
Went to school with her panther
The teacher looked black
And said, “take it straight back,
I have no room for your panther!”.