K. Morris's Blog, page 497

There Was A Young Man Called Mark

There was a young man called Mark
Who fashioned a girl out of bark.
She was 10 feet tall
And he being small,
Their future was somewhat stark.

There was a young man called Mark
Who fashioned a girl out of bark.
She was the love of his life
So he took her to wife
That fortunate young man called Mark.

There was a young man called Mark
Who fashioned a girl out of bark.
Her skin it was rough
And the dating scene being tough
He married that lady of bark.

Content

Walking home
The birds
Are content.
And me
For a while.

There Was A Young Lady From Berlin

There was a young lady from Berlin
Who was extremely tall and thin.
She got stuck in a drain
Which caused her great pain
As she was neither out nor in …

There was a young lady from Berlin
Who’s name was Louise or Lin.
I behaved like a fool
Which led to a duel
With her brother who lived in King’s Lynn …

There was a young lady from Berlin
Who never committed a sin.
Having no vice
She went to paradise,
That boring young lady from Berlin …

Giving A Voice To Indies

David Gaughran

A new organization is being formed which is aiming to give a voice to indies – the Indie Author Support Network. The idea was proposed by indie author Marie Force, and it’s still at the very earliest stages, but what I’ve heard so far is very promising indeed – particularly that it will be exclusively focused on high-level advocacy and interfacing with retailers on issues which concern indies.

I’m not a member of any writer organization. I joined one here in Ireland when I fir...

In The Middle Of This Wood

In the middle of this wood
I should
Be able to forget my care.

Fresh air
Is there
And the sun is high
In the cloudless sky
Yet I …

A plane flies by,
Then another one.
Perfect silence has gone.

For modernity we yearn
Then turn
Away.
When each day
Is full
Of dull
“Opportunities” to try …
I cry
Out for the old.

One can not hold
On to the past
But when the future is vast
Supermarket aisles
(where there are no denials
And one is free
To be
Anything or anyone),
I wonder where meaning has gone....

The Vicar Spoke

The vicar spoke
And the devil coughed
In the organ loft
And I awoke

There Was A Young Lady Called Mabel

There was a young philosopher called Mabel
Who said “this is a virtual table”.
There was a terrible yell
When her good friend nell
Banged her head on that table …

There Was A Young Lady Called Lou

There was a young philosopher called Mable
Who said “this is a virtual table”.
There was a terrible yell
When her good friend nell
Banged her head on that table …

There Was A Young Lady Called Lou

There was a young lady called Lou
Who wore 2 kinds of shoe.
One was red,
Or so Lou said,
As she was colour blind too!

There was a young lady called Lou
Who wore one high-heel shoe.
I happen to know
That the other was low
As I lent Lou my shoe!

There was a young lady called Lou
Who dressed all in blue.
Her dress was short
But I ought
To stop there as Lou may sue!

The Nazi Propagandists Must Be Chuckling In Their Graves

There is a story circulating that the Syrian chemical attack was staged. The story eminates from Russian TV (no surprise there then)! Sadly this garbage has been picked up by the usual suspects – I’ve just seen a blog written by a UK-based blogger on the far-left of the political spectrum and, doubtless the “story” has also been picked up by bloggers on the far-right of the political spectrum.

Birds of a feather flock together and its instructive how the far-left and the far-right are so kee...