K. Morris's Blog, page 57

I Once Met Cupid with his Bow

I once met Cupid with his Bow

And said, “there’s this gorgeous girl I know.

Her name is Miss Lee.

Please make her love me!”.

So he shot Miss Lee in her toe!

Lust

I have boldly said

Come to bed

And explored in lust

A stranger’s bust.

Wrapped in the charms

Of warm arms

I have let go.

But I know

That behind all lust

Lurks cold and dust.

Shocking!

I once met a young man named Peter

Who liked to play with his electric meter.

The behaviour of Hocking

Is really quite shocking!

But Hocking is not as shocking as Peter!

Bianca

There was a young lady named Bianca

Who said all people should thank her.

But her conversation was boring

And had them all snoring,

So nobody heard that young lady Bianca!

The Artistic Young Blonde

I know a very artistic young blonde

Of whom I am extremely fond.

She poses in the nude

Which some think real rude,

But she’s artistic, pretty and blonde!

Kevin’s Poetry Podcast

I was delighted to be interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series on Tuesday 16 April. My segment, which runs for just over 10 minutes and begins approximately 15 minutes in, can be found here, https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-april-18-2024-kevin-morris-sharon-taylor/

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During my interview, I read a mixture of serious and not so serious poems and discussed my work.

The Rake or the Devil

When a wicked old rake known as Toft

Said, “your skin looks so pretty and soft!”,

A young lady named Harden

Said, “I beg your pardon,

Was that you or the devil who coughed!”.

A Young Lady Who is Extremely Clean

A young lady who is extremely clean

Likes to wash in a washing machine.

She dries in a dryer

With a girl named Moriah

And they wash in my washing machine!

As I Drink My Hot Curry Soup

As I drink my hot curry soup

Melancholy love songs loop.

The same thoughts go round and round

Of waitresses who have come and gone.

 

 

Sometimes my thoughts are profound.

At other times I tempt with rhymes

A waitress who likes poetry.

But I have found

My verse can not undress a waitress

For my brief rhyme

Is out of time

And I am growing old.

 

 

So I drink my hot curry soup

As the music loops around.

And then go home alone.

Lou Who Fell into a Vat of Glue

I know a young lady named Lou

Who fell into a vat of glue.

Her boyfriend called Rob

Is a terrible snob,

But he’s not as stuck up as Lou!