K. Morris's Blog, page 488

Metaphor

Some men collect metaphors,
Others a girl’s stiletto
(some literally so).

Some collect doors
That open onto corridors,
And girl’s faces (so romantic by starlight)
For the night
Is full of metaphor.

Some collect stamps
Under street lamps
But the stamps
Are ultimately the same
For they all play the game
Of metaphor

I Long

I long
For the busty blonde,
And yearn for the slim brunette.
What point in regret?
When both black and white
Provide such sweet delight
And the night is short
And those who do as they ought
Find that time’s chariot can not be caught?

There Was A Young Lady Called Flair

There was a young lady called Flair
Who indulged in many an affair.
Her husband Ted
Found me under their bed
With Flair and his blonde mistress Claire …

The Lightning Flashes Across The Sky

The lightning flashes across the sky
And I
Hear the roar
Of Thor.

Its just passed midnight and from my window
I am reluctant to go
For I know
That although
The roar
Of Thor
Will be heard once more,
That this show
Of an evening late
Which I spectate
May survive
For a time
In rhyme

There Was A Young Lady Called Aphrodite

There was a young lady called Aphrodite
Who lost her see-through nightie.
She searched high and lo
And I really don’t know
Who has her see-through nightie …

There Was A Young Man Called Guy

There was a young man called Guy
Who said “a Socialist am I”,
As his housemaid Jane
Poured champagne
For me and my friend Guy

THE BORED WOODWORM

This made me smile

AND NOW, A BIT OF FUN

A woodworm that felt rather good
Chewed its way through lots of wood
But then it got bored
Yelled “This main course is flawed
I think it’s now time for some pud.”

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Twas Such Bliss

Twas such bliss
Her kiss
So sweet and soft
As we lay
In the hayloft.
Then the devil coughed
And I heard him say
“Apologies, I have terrible hay fever today …”.

There Was A Young Lady Called Jill

There was a young lady called Jill
Who owned a dog named Bill.
While in her local pub
He ate all the grub
And Jill she paid the bill!

Working Towards A Collection Of Poetry

Emma Lee has written a helpful post on producing a collection of poetry. Emma discusses the advantages and disadvantages of publishing a collection dealing with one theme VS producing a book containing a variety of themes.

Emma’s post caused me to ponder on my own writing and, in particular my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind”. The title of the book brings to mind both clocks and time more generally and there are, indeed a number of poems which deal with this subject matter. There...