K. Morris's Blog, page 185

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!

When a Young Lady Serving Curry and Rice

When a young lady serving curry and rice
Said, “this establishment is no place for vice!”.
Her friend Miss Hocking
Searched for a stocking.
And the spice it was really quite nice!

Awaking in a Pool Full of Seals

Awaking in a pool full of seals
I saw a young lady in heels.
When I said, “am I drunk!”,
She replied, “as a holy monk,
You should avoid pools full of seals!”

A new poetry book : Behind Closed Doors

Robbie's inspiration

I am delighted to announce that my new poetry book, Behind Closed Doors, is available on Amazon as an ebook. This book includes some of my cake artworks that were designed to share a specific message about lockdown, overuse of technology, global warming, and plastic pollution.

The Blurb

What goes on behind closed doors: in the boardroom, after death, in the home, during lockdown, and in nature? This collection of poems, ranging from rhyming verse to twisted ...

Whilst Walking Through Thunder and Heavy Rain

Whilst walking through thunder and heavy rain
I met a young lady named Jane
Who said, “oh kindly fella
Do lend me your umbrella!”.
That Jane she must be perfectly insane!

Miss White and the Gentleman’s Club

A young lady known as Miss White
Lost her stockings and dress last night
In an exclusive club
Called the Gentleman’s Rub.
And I did write all last night …

An Arrangement

She lost her dress
After food and wine.
She had to confess
That the line
Between an ordinary
And an extraordinary
Date, was …

All kinds of paid
Arrangements are made.
She was
Down on her luck.
And a lonely man
Can easily book
A discreet meet.

The Crocodile

Whilst swimming in the great river Nile
I met with a hungry old crocodile.
When he opened his jaws wide
I slipped a big bell inside.
Now he chimes, which makes people smile!

A Short Rhyme

A short rhyme
Of eternal rain
By a poet
Who spent time
In an ancient wood
On a summer’s day.

When a Young Lady Wearing Fashionable Shoes

When a young lady wearing fashionable shoes
Got drunk on some very strong booze,
They said to her, “dear Rose,
May we suggest that some clothes
Would go well with those fashionable shoes!”