K. Morris's Blog, page 183
August 11, 2021
Honey Who Likes Men with Money
A young lady whose name is Honey
Only dates men with lots of money.
My friend the actor
Managed to attract her.
But he survives on bread an honey!
August 10, 2021
When the Beautiful and Adventurous Miss Shilling
When the beautiful and adventurous Miss Shilling
Said, “sir, I am ready and willing!”.
I said, “that’s real great!
Come and join in Kate!
These rides on the fair are thrilling!”
August 9, 2021
Fantasies
Hot fantasies grow cold
With old
Men
Who obsess on them.
And what
Of hot
Fantasies tried?
The pleasure soon dies.
August 8, 2021
The Land of Lost Content (a Parody)
Below is my parody of Housman’s poem “The Land of Lost Content”. You can find a link to the original public domain poem at the end of my parody.
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Into my heart an air that thrills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered thrills,
What squires, what housemaids are those?
That is the land of Squire Kent,
I see him with Jane,
The happy housemaid where he went.
I had better not explain!
A Young Lady from London City
A young lady from London city
Is sweet and really quite pretty.
She’s known as choosy Suzie
But, when she gets boozy
We date in great London city!
We Fuss and Rush
We fuss
And rush
Through life.
Perhaps take
A lover,
A husband
Or wife.
We will find time
To weave our rhyme
We say,
For there must
Be another day.
And the dust
Gathers unseen.
The Pretty Ear Lobe
When I found a pretty ear lobe
Protruding from my fine old bedroom wardrobe
I said, “Miss Moore
Are you quite sure
That you are looking for your globe?”.
August 7, 2021
The Draw
She sprays cheap perfume
In his living room.
Then smokes a cigarette
At his open window.
She must go
(As others have before).
He will feel regret
And say “no more”.
But grubby deals
With girls in heels
Will draw,
As before.
August Is Hot As Lust
August is hot as lust.
I was born in January
And in me you see
The soul of winter.
I have a splinter
Of ice in my heart.
My poetic art
Is January. and hot August.
No man can outrun the sun.
But birds sing
In the spring.
And winter’s splinter is my art.
August 6, 2021
“Rearranging Deckchairs” by Kevin Morris.
The manWho canClimbs high stairs.While the deckchairsAre rearranged.The weather grows strange.The TitanicSights a melting iceberg.My thanks to Lucy for publishing my poem “rearranging Deckchairs”.
For further work, visit K Morris – Poet.
