K. Morris's Blog, page 327

Whilst Drinking Beer

Whilst drinking beer
I think on the queer
Ways in which men choose
To lose
Their cash.

Some, in a moment rash
To the cassino go
And stake, what they have not got,
On fortune’s wheel,
And complain of a rraw deal
When they lose all.

Others for a callgirl fall.
Her kisses are divine
And the wine
To. but, between me and you
The company
Isn’t free,
And its no surprise
That the smile, in her eyes
Fades away
When he can no longer pay.

And, when the debt collector is at the door
The cassino
And...

Ghetto Girl

Ghetto girl, some middle-class
Boy’s fantasy.
He
Likes brass,
So will wine
And dine
You. so enjoy your time
And smile
For a while.

He likes a bit of rough
But,, when he’s had enough
He’ll throw you away,
And maybe pay
Cash to keep you quiet.
As there would be a riot
If his respectable mum
Finds out how her son
Gets his fun.

Believe me
Its true,
That you
Wont be
Taking afternoon tea
With his mum.
But you knew
That your fun
Would, one day be done,
Or, perhaps,
Poor ghetto lass
You...

A Girl’s Heels

She
Kept
Her heels on for me,
Then left
Them behind.
Now I find
That those expensive, girlie stilettos
Stick in my mind.

I wonder what happened to you,
The young woman from private school
Who broke the rule
And left
Her heels behind,
Which I kept
For a time,
And now remember in rhyme.

James Burke Predicts the World in 2030

Today’s World this Weekend, on BBC Radio 4, contains reflections by the science writer, James Burke, on the developments he believes will take place by 2030.

Amongst Burke’s predictions is that by 2030 humans will be able to live autonomously, in a location of their own choosing, people will be able to create anything using nanotechnology, we can “forget privacy”, and climate change will be solved by technological developments, for example the production of artificial meat negating the need...

A Middle-Aged Gentleman Visiting Stirling

A middle-aged gentleman visiting Stirling
Is always his moustache twirling
At all the beautiful young women,
Whilst his mind is on sinning.
And it’s very nice in Stirling!

Desultory

2 young women passed by
Me, on a darkening December Day.
I
Got a hint of perfume.
The afternoon
Remained grey,
And I
Thought, in a desultory way
of past play.
And, on reaching home
I Considered the internet
Of regret,
And my ancient mobile phone.

Its A Brief Stroll

Its a brief stroll
Through the churchyard for me
And my soul.
And although there be
No clock in the church tower,
To chime
The hour
For me,
Time
Must stop
And there will be
No more need of clock
For thee
Or me.

Of literature, pelican crossings and escort girls in Liverpool!

I spent the Christmas period with my mum, her partner and my sister in Liverpool. Following a very enjoyable week with my family, I returned to London on Friday 27 December.

As my mum, her Partner and I stood at the pelican crossing outside Liverpool Central station, waiting to cross and make our way to Lime Street in order that I could catch my train back to London, my mum’s partner commented on a sticker affixed to the pelican, advertising the services of escort girls which (my mum added)...

They Say That Angels Fall

They say
That angels fall
From the sky.
But I
Know that angels call
On lonely men.
Where, undoubtedly they fall,
But not from the sky.

When A Girl Dressed As A Goat

When a girl dressed as a goat
Said, “Sir, have you been to vote?”,
I said, “yes of course
And, were you a horse
You would not have eaten my coat!”.