K. Morris's Blog, page 437
January 2, 2019
A Young Lady Who Wears Stilettos
A young lady who wears stilettos
Goes walking through the ghettos.
Her name it is Claire
And she is well known there
And she wears only stilettos …
I Know A Young Lady of Rye
I know a young lady of Rye
Who eats nothing but pie.
She has grown so very plump
That she can neither walk nor jump.
And she works at a baker’s in Rye!
On Entering My Room Last Night
On entering my room last night
I received a bit of a fright.
As there on my bed
In her nightdress blood red
Lounged a vampire with fangs pearly white!
When a Young Lady Who’s Name is Joan
When a young lady who’s name is Joan
Composed a poem on her phone,
And sent it to me, at just gone 3
It made me weep and moan!
‘Tis Bliss to Kiss
‘Tis bliss
To kiss
And, if the mood be right
To spend the night
With a special one.
And, when she is gone
The remembrance
Of that kiss
Does persist,
A semblance
Of bliss
That was, but never is.
January 1, 2019
A Young Lady Who’s Name Is Hocking
A young lady who’s name is Hocking
Engaged in conduct most shocking.
She came round to me
At just gone 3
And left behind her stocking.
You Can Tie It Up In A Bow
You can tie it up in a bow
With pretty wrapping
And say “it is not so”.
But, when there comes a tapping
At the door
Both parties know
What she is there for.
Girls Wise Beyond Their Years
Girls wise beyond their years.
Men who forget
regret, Then
do it all
Again
To forget.
And tears fall
On all
The Church Going Girl
The church going girl
May set the rake’s head in a whirl
And touch his heart
With her artless art.
He may amend his life
And take her to wife
For has the leopard not
The power to change his spot?
