K. Morris's Blog, page 95

When I Met with the Easter Bunny

When I met with the Easter Bunny

She called me “sweet” and her “honey”.

She came back to mine,

And after kisses and wine,

That bunny she left with my money …!

Under Spring Sky

Under spring sky

I touched blossom

Temporary as I.

I Met a Young Nun in December

I met a young nun in December

Who gave me a night to remember.

A very old monk

Snored in his bunk,

While that nun sang hymns in December

 

Floral Clock

A clock without hands

Encircled by flowers

Holds command

Over poets and flowers.

We know not

The hour

But our clock

Will stop.

 

(The above poem was inspired by the floral clock in the Walled Garden of Woolton Woods, https://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/6911662).

The Old Rake Lake

I know an old man named Lake

Who is known as a terrible rake.

He spends his days sinning

With all kinds of women.

How I envy that old rake Lake …!

Grass

Sweet scent

Of new-mown grass.

Youth spent

In thoughtless play.

Many pass

That self-same way,

Savouring grass

While it lasts.

A Fan of Edgar Alan Poe

An old lady I happen to know

Is a fan of Edgar Alan Poe.

She owns a black cat,

But that’s enough about that,

As Usher just fell on my toe!

Relaxing in Bed

As I lay on a brand new bed

With a most beautiful young lady in red,

A girl named Claire

Said, “excuse me sir,

But do you intend to buy that bed?”.

The Key to My Clock

The key to my clock

Is cold to my hand.

I can command

My old clock

To cease it’s chime.

But no rhyme stops

The sickle’s chop.

My Guest Post on Beetleypete

I am grateful to Pete Johnson, (beetleypete), for kindly publishing this guest post by me, https://beetleypete.com/2023/04/01/guest-post-kevin-morris-2/. Please do pop over to read and comment.