Ron the Don by Kevin Morris
Ron the Don There once was a don named Ron Whose lectures just went on and on. As loud snores filled the room […] Source: Ron the Don Source: https://kmorrispoet.com
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Schlagwort: Kevin Morris
Ann’s Pram by Kevin Morris
Ann’s Pram I met a young lady named Ann Who was pushing a rather large pram. She said “they look like you!”. I replied, “oh god, that’s true!”…. Source: Ann’s Pram Source: https://kmorrispoet.com
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Modest Miss Rosebud by Kevin Morris
Modest Miss Rosebud There was a young lady named Rosebud Whose refrain was Sir, “I never could!” But after much wine And sweet music divine, … Source: Modest Miss Rosebud Source: https://kmorrispoet.com
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Miss Grubb’s Bathtub by Kevin Morris
Miss Grubb’s Bathtub There was a young lady named Grub Who, being fond of her old bathtub Bathed in a public place, Which was a real disgrace! … Source: Miss Grubb’s Bathtub Source: https://kmorrispoet.com
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I Awoke With The Beautiful Miss Spink by Kevin Morris
I Awoke With The Beautiful Miss Spink I awoke with the beautiful Miss Spink Who gave me a very sly wink. […] Source: I Awoke With The Beautiful Miss Spink Source: https://kmorrispoet.com
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Rose’s Spotless Reputation by Kevin Morris
Rose’s Spotless Reputation When a young lady said, with indignation, “You men all malign my spotless reputation!”. I said, […] Source: Rose’s Spotless Reputation Source: https://kmorrispoet.com
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There Once Was A Girl Of Peru by Kevin Morris
There Once Was A Girl Of Peru There once was a forgetful girl of Peru Who was famous for losing her right shoe. One hot day in May They found it in Bombay – Which was strange, as she never left Peru! Source: There Once Was A Girl Of Peru Source: https://kmorrispoet.com
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The Squire’s Fire
The Squire’s Fire There once was a kindly old squire Who was famous for his fine fire. His old wife Jane Always liked to complain. And the young housemaid stoked the fire … Source: The Squire’s Fire Source: https://kmorrispoet.com
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Leaving
Leaving On my way home I touched the stone Of my local church. And longed to stay With the singing birds On this summer evening. I have oft heard The birds singing And regretted leaving. I envy them For, unlike men They do not weep. For they see not The final sleep. While I Knowing […]
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