K. Morris's Blog, page 480

Lost Shoes

You left your shoes under my bed.
I discovered them there
Where they hid.
You said
To keep them for you.
So I could not be rid
Of your high heel shoe.

I remember you
Taking off your shoe
And the game we two
Did play
Many a day
Ago.

No,
You never did reclaim those shoes
We did lose
That day
And eventually, I threw them away.

If Jack And Jill Went Up A Hill Today

If Jack and Jill
Went up a hill
Today
What would people say?

Is the hill
A metaphor
For the stair
Where
Jack and Jill …
Or nothing more
Than a plain, old hill?

Did Jill
Push Jack
Down that Hill?
And did he,
Fighting back
Bring that she
(Known as Jill)
Tumbling,
Their hands fumbling,
Down that Hill?

Should the Old Bill
Investigate?
Perhaps a date
Went wrong? But no, tis a crime
To spoil a children’s nursery rhyme!

There Was A Young Diplomat Called Guy

There was a young diplomat called Guy
Who would never knowingly lie.
The ambassador Ruth
Fudged the truth
Which made that young man cry!

There was a young diplomat called Guy
Who would never knowingly lie.
The ambassador Ruth
Thought him uncouth
And rolled her one good eye!

The Chaste Maiden

“Oh maiden chaste
Why do you haste
To yonder well?
I have heard tell
That a girl there fell.

Come with me instead
And admire
This bed
Of sweetbriar.

Dear Bess
That dress is too tight.
Come feel the delight
Of night
Air
On skin bare”.

“Sir
Having water to get
I truly regret
That I
Have no time to lie
In sweetbriar,
Though, where the ground not wet
I would fulfill your desire …”.

There Was A Young Lady Called Hocking

There was a young lady called Hocking
Who lost many a silk stocking.
Her boyfriend, named Hogg
Ran an erotic blog,
Believe me, it really was shocking!

Conservatism?

“Most Conservatives for most of the time have wished to keep things as they are and believe along with the Duke of Cambridge that the time for change is when it can no longer be resisted”.
(Lord Robert Blake, “The Conservative Party from Peel to Churchill” p271).

I was reminded of Blake’s highly readable work, when I came across this article by Ryan Bourne of the libertarian Cato Institute, https://capx.co/why-are-some-conservatives-so-obsessed-with-libertarians/.  Bourne’s piece also brought...

Eating An Orange

To fulfil
My need
To feed
I eat the orange that will
Not seed
And throw the pips away.
But stay,
Is it need
Or greed
That causes me to feed?

Bedroom

A place
Of quietude
Where few intrude.
Yet a trace
Of perfume
Has been known
To linger in the room,
On the lone
Sheet,
Where strangers rarely meet

There Was A Young Lady Called Lin

There was a young lady called Lin
Who lived in my wastepaper bin.
I said, with a smile
“Will you stay there a while”,
But she left for my biscuit tin!

There was a young lady called Lin
Who lived in my wastepaper bin.
Being rather witty
And extremely pretty
She led me into sin!

There was a young lady called Lin
Who lived in my wastepaper bin.
When I said, “are you okay?”
She replied “I like it this way”,
That strange young lady called Lin!

There was a young lady called Lin
Who lived in my w...

Some Thoughts On My Local Churchyard

To and fro
Through the churchyard I go
One day I know
That it will not be so.
Why should I care?
For I will not be there
To know.