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Poetry from within

A Minor Called Morris

The problem started with a minor called Morris,

Her sensuous body made me neglect Doris,

As I polished and caressed every delicate part,

Completely obsessed right from the start.

The joy of a rally weekend with my mistress,

Was brought to a halt by my wifes distress.

Next time join us I gently implored.

She did, and suddenly Morris was adored.

She borrowed my keys, made a duplicate set,

Now completely obsessed with my beautiful pet,

By deed poll changed the name to Boris,

Now turned into a male, no longer my Morris.

Then one morning they left in a hurry,

To a place somewhere in Surrey,

My wife drove off with my mistress,

To live with this bloke called Horace.

Now Morris or Boris lives with Doris and Horace,

I am left on my own to seek solace,

So Ive found me another of quite different rank.

Im now driving out with an ex-army tank.

A. R. Lewis

FootNote: Just a bit of fun about Gwens insistence on keeping her old Morris Minor.