K. Morris's Blog, page 62

Blossom in the Rain

How soon the scent

Of blossom is spent

In the rain.

These little flowers

No not hours,

While I pass by

In unending rain.

Matt’s Cat

When an elderly gentleman named Matt

Said, “have you seen my cat?”,

A man called Hogg

Spoke of his dog,

And me? I ate my hat!

Loose Morals

A bishop riding on a goose

Said, “modern morals are too loose!”.

The creature said, “honk!”,

Which rhymes with bonk,

As it’s morals where somewhat loose!

Miss Lou’s Fetish

When I met a young lady named Lou

Who said, “I’ll explore my fetish with you!”,

I began to dream

Of strawberries and cream.

But Lou’s shoe left me black and blue!

 

Birds on a March Evening

Birds on a March evening.

Such beauty and grieving

For we all must sleep,.

 

 

Sometimes I almost weep

For birds in the evening

Will sing on

When I am gone.

 

 

Yet this night

I shall take delight

In evening birds.

For the graveyard plot

Has no song.

The Joys of the Birch

When a young lady sitting on a church

Said, “I hear your fond of the birch”,

The good vicar Ted

Thought of his bed,

And the bishop he thought of the birch!

 

Passing By

The ageing poet deals

In rhymes of passing time.

As girls in heels

Laugh as they pass by.

 

 

Their minds are not

On the ticking clock,

Nor on poets who sigh

As they  heedlessly pass by.

A Beautiful Young Vampire Named Miss White

A beautiful young vampire named Miss White

Promised to be my lover last night.

I offered her steak,

Which was a mistake

As I got no loving last night!

Time’s Scythe

February is slipping away.

It is easy to say

I will act tomorrow,

But why not act today?

For each moment I borrow

And Time’s unyielding  knife

Ends all joy and strife.

And none can say

When his scythe may fall.

But it must fall

And bring all to dust.

 

 

The Pretty Maid

I know a most pretty young maid

And many a game we have played.

Her hair has a kink

And she dresses in pink

And I hear she’s the vicars maid!