K. Morris's Blog, page 234

When A Young Lady Named Shand

When a young lady named Shand
Said, your wish is my command!.
And I said, iron my shirt.
She said, you are no flirt!.
And whacked me with her hand!

Ordinary Tea

Conversation over ordinary tea.
She, young and slim
Sits next to him
On his ageing settee.
For money has been spent.
And she has her rent.

The Fox

Both, by his fire.
She tall and slim.
His desire
To sin.

A foxs bark
Pierces the dark.
And says, my friend,
All ends in dust.

When A Young Lady Swimming In A Lake

When a young lady swimming in a lake
Said, I wonder, would you care to partake?.
It was so very cold
But I, being most bold,
Jumped straight into that cold lake to partake!

December Snow

A typical, December day.
The sun has stopped
Away,
And the temperature has dropped.

The forecasters say
There may
Be snow.

I well remember the December
Snow.
And playing on frozen pond.
But oh, so long Ago!

And I shall grow
Old. and remember December
Snow.

We count the cost
Once things are lost.
And the foolish, wishing to sunbathe,
Pray for the coming heatwave.

African Waist Beads

He did confess,

That a short

Dress.

And African waist beads

Are easily bought

For all needs

Can be traced

In the market place.

Whilst Walking Through Dear Old London Town

Whilst walking through dear old London town

I met a girl wearing a nightgown.

When I said, “aint it funny

How the bees they make honey?”,

She slipped right out of her nightgown!

When A Young Lady Wearing High-Heels

When a young lady wearing high-heels

Said, “you don’t know how it feels

To wear these shoes,

Whilst drunk on booze”.

I said, “give me back my high-heels!”.

My Poem “Dog Bed”, Included in November’s Virtual Dodo

I am pleased to announce that my poem “Dog Bed” has been included in November’s Virtual Dodo, https://dodovidpoets.blogspot.com/2020/11/virtualdodo-4-november-2020.html.

“Dog Bed” has also been included in “Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology, 2019/2020”, https://www.lulu.com/en/gb/shop/croydon-poets/croydon-poetry-hour-anthology-201920/paperback/product-rjpqzd.html

Whilst Climbing Up A Very Steep Hill

Whilst climbing up a very steep hill

I met with a girl named Jill.

When I said, “where is Jack?”,

She gave me such a whack

That I rolled back down that hill!