K. Morris's Blog, page 473
July 22, 2018
I Know A Pretty Young Brunette
I know a pretty young brunette
Who goes by the name of Yvette.
Her real name is Kate
And the police just can’t wait
To interview me and Yvette …
I Know A Petite Blonde
I know a petite blonde
Of whom I’m rather fond.
Being in search of romance
I asked her to dance
And we waltzed in her garden pond …
I know a petite blond
Of whom I’m rather fond.
Being in search of romance
I asked her to dance
But she pushed me into the pond!
An Elderly Brexiteer
An elderly Brexiteer called Mia
Said “I have no fear
Of leaving the EU
For the sky tis deep blue!”.
A Remainer named Sue
Made reply
“The sky
Tis turning black
Best take your mack!”.
I sat back
And thought
Ought I
To say “one of you
Does lie
For it can not be true
That the sky
Is both black and blue.
Gossamer
A gossamer belt
I felt
Long ago.
Oh how thin
Is the divide twixt virtue and sin!
A dress it was
Because she called it so.
Her name I do not know
Although I remember the gas fire,
The carpet rough and my desire.
July 21, 2018
The Glorious Inefficiency Of Local Bookstores
“The elegiac atmosphere is part of the appeal. This bookstore, this artifact from a more literate past, serves as a reminder of values that have, in America, faded like pages in a weathered volume. The small, independent bookstore is simply a place out of sync with contemporary culture, chiefly because its very being emphasizes an appreciation of quietude, romance, and the kind of glorious inefficiency upon which the best of human life rests”.
(http://www.theimaginativeconservative.org/2017/1...
There Was A Young Lady Of Harwich
There was a young lady of Harwich
Who entered into marriage
With a sailor called Lee.
And when he went to sea
I comforted that young lady of Harwich …
There was a young lady of Harwich
Who entered into marriage
With a man called Hope,
But being unable to cope
She escaped with me in my carriage …
The Kiss Without Love
The kiss without love.
The glove
Full
Of a dull
Release
Will bring no peace
“Disabled” By Wilfred Owen
Yesterday (20 July) I came across “Disabled” by Wilfred Owen, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/57285/disabled. As someone who is himself disabled (I am registered blind), I was interested to see how one of the great poets of World War I portrays disability.
In “Disabled, Owen describes a young man who enlists in the army while underage, is terribly wounded (he loses both legs and its implied his arms also). Returning to the UK he is institutionilised and (the poem implies) his former jo...
July 20, 2018
RACHAEL AND CHRISTOPHER *Trigger Warning
Words fail me, but this poem speaks for itself.
Rachael and Christopher were my children
I carried them within my womb,
I loved them with all the love I could give them.
I knitted garments to warm, protect them,
Knowing they would be coming soon,
Rachael and Christopher were my children.
Their tiny bodies within me were hidden,
In my heart there was always room,
I loved them with all the love I could give them.
One dark black day I was hit and beaten,
By my own mother, they were doomed,
Rach...
There Was A Young Lady From Bangkok
There was a young lady from Bangkok
Who wore a very short frock.
A tourist called Paul
Fell off a wall
At the shock of that very short frock!
There was a young lady from Bangkok
Who wore a very short frock.
A bishop called Paul
Said “angels will fall
At the sight of that very short frock!”.
