K. Morris's Blog, page 453
October 22, 2018
When A Sheepish Young Man Called Lee
When a sheepish young man called Lee
Came Sidling up to me
And said, “your girlfriend Grace
Has a great little place”,
With him I did agree …!
October 21, 2018
When A Sporty Young Lady Called Samantha
When a sporty young lady called Samantha
Went for a ride on a panther,
The creature, having a stomach ache
Said, “I shall not partake
Of any lunch today Samantha”.
Artificial Grass
I heard an ad for artificial grass
And flowers too
To adorn the gardens of me and you.
What need for what is true
When one can make a pass
At a girl who’s silicon filled bust
engenders lust?
Into the future we thrust
Both lad and lass.
But the artificial grass
Must also pass.
Null
Girlie conversation
As heels pass him by.
No lass
Just the empty glass
And his anticipation
Null.
Yet I
Know that hope
Is the last thing to die
There Was A Young Lady Called Holly
There was a young lady called Holly
Who’s favourite word was golly.
At her boarding school
She broke every rule
Along with her best friend Molly!
—
There was a young lady called Holly
Who’s favourite word was golly.
At her boarding school
She played the fool
Along with a cat named Molly!
—
There was a young lady called Holly
Who wrote poetry far from jolly.
Being rather posh
She said golly and gosh,
And she lived in an ancient folly.
October 20, 2018
PorterGirl : You Know You Want To
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There Was A Transhumanist Called Guy
There was a Transhumanist called Guy
Who said “I shall never die”.
But there is a spot,
A graveyard plot
Where his family pause and sigh.
Autumn’s Warning- Michael Erickson
Photo by Michael Erickson
Burnished do I feel,
Beneath this tilting sun.
For my roots have grown full,
Ladin with the beauty of Summer.
But hush, my hair once verdant and lush,
Grows crisp in the shortening days.
Winds whisper of the coming cold,
Edged with a touch of frost.
Gather in the produce of life,
Prepare for the gathering dark.
Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between...
Out of Place
I would
That this forest,
This little wood
In which I trace
The seasons slow pace
Could remain
The same.
Spring
Summer, autumn and winter does bring
A natural order to this changing thing
Which alters not, save in accordance with nature’s law.
The woodland floor
Is now with leaves strewn
But soon
Winter’s chill
Will
Lay an icey hand
Upon this land.
Yet it is not as before
As the forest floor
Is strewn with leaves in summers overly hot
For man has forgot
The natural order of things
And his...
Hotter
I sit here
In the autumn of my year
And my voice raise
In praise
Of the god of progress.
They say
That robotic bees
Are on their way
But I know that the seas
Boil
With oil.
The temperature is relatively normal for the time of year
(Although autumn has been unusually hot).
I shall enjoy it while it lasts
For more storm blasts
And weather hot
Are what
Are on the way.
I heard an ostridge say,
With his head in the sand,
“You must understand
That climate change isn’t true,
Those experts are all...
