K. Morris's Blog, page 70

There Once was a Rake Named Mars

There once was a rake named Mars

Who lit his cigars with silk bras.

A girl called Coral

Said, “you are immoral!”,

So he bought her brand new bras!

Britain’s Participation in the Transatlantic Slave Trade

As those of you who follow this blog will know, I am from the city of Liverpool.

 

 

I have long had an interest in the history of Liverpool and am a regular visitor to the city’s museum’s, including the International Slavery Museum, https://www.liverpoolmuseums.org.uk/international-slavery-museum.

 

Liverpool played a significant role in the transatlantic slave trade and much of the city’s wealth was derived from slavery. For example, the beautiful Speke Hall was partly constructed as a consequ...

Sky Who Married an Old Billionaire

When a young lady known as Sky

Went and married an old billionaire guy

And he died on the stair,

I just happened to be there,

And to marry that young billionaire Sky …

Lust

Sometimes the tide of lust

Sweeps my sense away.

But on this windswept day

I know my lust

Is but leaves and dust.

Sister White

I know a young nun named Sister White

Who takes me to her convent at midnight.

The Mother Superior

Calls me inferior

But I think she quite likes Sister White.

Paradise

You and I

Said goodbye

For a little time.

I walk through

Fallen leaves

And compose a rhyme

To Eve

And Paradise Lost.

There Once was a Detective Named Paul

There once was a detective named Paul

Who invited us all to a ball.

A girl called Sky

Gave me an alibi,

And of course I denied it all!

The Haunted Old Stair

As I mounted a  haunted old stair

I met a young lady named Claire

Who took off her head,

And said, “I am dead!”.

That girl is forever blocking the stair!

Stand and Deliver!

As I walked down a dark street

I met a thief with big feet.

When he said, “stand and deliver!”,

I distracted him with hot liver,

And then I stamped on his feet!

 

Continuity

I touched a split tree

Which still stood

Reminding me

Of the Great North Wood.

 

I am of modernity.

Yet my heart

Is part

Of this old split tree.

 

There stands outside my window

Another tree

Here long before me

 

And when I go

Others seeing these 2 trees

May know they are part

Of nature’s great heart

And know continuity with me.