K. Morris's Blog, page 184

There Once Was a Wicked Old Rake

There once was a wicked old rake
Who went by the name of Lake.
When he asked Miss Glynne
To join him in sin,
It all ended in the vicarage lake!

Rake and Paramore

“We walk through dust.
Her stilettoed feet
Click on the street.
Circumstance does thrust
Birds of diverse feather
Together for pleasure.

While money may impress,
Whirling dust
Will take
The flesh
Of paramore, and rake”.

I Found a Young Lady Named Mable

I found a young lady named Mable
Cavorting on my fine old dining table.
Being drunk on my booze
She had nothing to lose,
As her clothes lay under the table!

I Thought I Had Lost

I thought I had lost
The key to my clock.
When I found it again
It’s old tick tock
Continued on. but time
He pauses not.

(The above poem first appeared in my June Author Newsletter, which can be accessed here https://mailchi.mp/37a9976abe1c/kevins-june-author-newsletter).

When I Watch the Living Meet by Alfred Edward Housman

On Sunday 1 August, I took down my copy of A E Housman’s A Shropshire Lad. Whilst I am an admirer of Housman’s work, as with all poets and authors, certain of his writings resonate with me more so than do others. One such poem is “When I Watch the Living Meet”, which appears in A Shropshire Lad and is reproduced below. For more about Alfred Edward Housman please visit https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/a-e-housman. For the free ebook of A Shropshire Lad please see https://www.gutenberg.org/...

My Uncle Flow

While visiting my most favourite old uncle Flow
I said, “uncle, do you happen to know
Why you have a girl’s name?”.
He replied, “my dear nephew Jane,
My real name is Louisa, as you know!”.

Behind the Kisses and Wine

She is discreet
When we meet.
Her bare legs touch mine.
And behind
All the kisses and wine
I find
Old Father Time.

Ed and Wicked Lou

A policeman whose name is Ed
Was found handcuffed to his bed.
While wicked Lou
Wielded her shoe.
It was all consensual Ed said!

The Importance of Tipping

When a waiter by the name of Kipp
Said, “sir, do remember to give a tip!”.
I said, “I’m reliably told
That a horse called Gold
Is a certainty at Newmarket this afternoon Kipp!”

Whilst Sitting in My Most Favourite Bar

Whilst sitting in my most favourite bar
I met a young lady named Marr.
Being both willing and able
She danced on my table.
But the vicar he went too far!