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Post by ambersparkle on Apr 9, 2021 15:11:52 GMT
THIS THREAD HAS BEEN CREATED TO BRING PLEASURE TO ANYONE WHO LOVES POETRY
AND WRITINGS OF ANY KIND, THAT AMUSE US, DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WOULD CLASS THIS AS,
BUT MAKES ME SMILE.
HE SAT ON THE BRIDGE AT MIDNIGHT,
AND TICKLED HER NOSE WITH HIS TOES
HE WAS ONLY A BABY MOSQUITO
AND SAT ON THE BRIDGE OF HER NOSE!
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Post by irist on Apr 9, 2021 16:01:59 GMT
Tee hee
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Post by irist on Apr 9, 2021 16:02:33 GMT
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Post by ambersparkle on Apr 10, 2021 7:46:02 GMT
Now am not saying this is good Poetry, but wrote it many Years ago, and it seems appropriate for this Time.
WE WERE IN LOVE
THE SUN SHONE DOWN,
AND EVERYTHING WAS GAY,
I TOOK A PICTURE,
IN MY MIND,
AND SAVED IT FOR TODAY,
WHEN YEARS HAVE PASSED,
AND YOU HAVE GONE
AND ALL THE SKIES
ARE GREY !
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Post by ambersparkle on Apr 10, 2021 9:01:06 GMT
THE MOVING FINGER WRITES, AND HAVING WRIT
MOVES ON,
NOR ALL THY PIETY, NOR ALL THY WIT,
CAN CALL IT BACK,
TO CANCEL HALF A LINE
OF IT
NOR ALL THY TEARS
WASH OUT A WORD OF IT !
Apologies to Omar Kyamm
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Post by ambersparkle on Apr 11, 2021 7:17:31 GMT
THE OWL AND THE PUSSY CAT
SAILED AWAY, IN A BEAUTIFUL
PEA GREEN BOAT,
THEY TOOK SOME HONEY,
AND PLENTY OF MONEY,
WRAPPED UP IN A FIVE POUND
NOTE.
THE OWL LOOKED UP TO THE
STARS ABOVE,
AND SANG TO A SMALL GUITER '
O, LOVELY PUSSY, O PUSSY
MY LOVE,
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL PUSSY YOU
ARE !
PUSSY, SAID TO THE OWL,
YOU ELEGANT FOWL,
HOW CHARMINGLY SWEET YOU
SING,
O, LET US BE MARRIED,
TOO LONG WE HAVE TARRIED,
BUT WHAT SHALL WE DO
FOR A RING.
SO THEY SAILED AWAY, FOR A
YEAR AND A DAY,
TO THE LAND WHERE THE PALM
TREE GROWS.
AND THERE, IN A WOOD, A PIGGY WIG
STOOD, WITH A RING THROUGH THE
END OF HIS NOSE.
DEAR PIG, ARE YOU WILLING, TO
SELL FOR ONE SHILLING, YOUR RING?
SAID PIGGY, "I WILL!",
SO THEY TOOK IT, AND THEY,
WERE MARRIED NEXT DAY,
BY THE TURKEY, THAT LIVED ON THE HILL.
THEY DINED UPON MINCE, AND SLICES
OF QUINCE, WHICH THEY ATE WITH A
RUNCIBLE SPOON, AND HAND IN HAND,
BY THE EDGE OF THE SAND,
THEY DANCED BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON!
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Post by ambersparkle on May 9, 2021 10:15:37 GMT
THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY FROM TROON
WHO SWALLOWED A BABY BASSOON, THE DOCTOR HE SAID
YOU COULD WELL BE DEAD,
BUT IT'S PLAYING A BEAUTIFUL TUNE!
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Post by irist on May 9, 2021 14:26:14 GMT
😊
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Post by ambersparkle on May 21, 2021 14:11:54 GMT
WHEN I WAS YOUNG AND IN MY PRIME
I USED TO CHARGE THEM TUPPENCE A TIME
BUT NOW AM OLD AND GOING GREY,
I ONLY CHARGE THEM TUPPENCE
A DAY!
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Post by ambersparkle on Dec 27, 2021 12:04:21 GMT
My Mother was Irish, and as daft as a Brush, now, that is a silly saying, where did that come from? Anyway, one of her little Ditties, went like this.
ON THE EIGHTEENTH OF DECEMBER,
IN THE MIDDLE OF JULY.
T'WAS RAINING VERY HEAVY,
AND THE STREETS WERE FINE
AND DRY,
I GOT INTO A TRAMCAR,
TO CROSS THE IRISH SEA,
I ASKED THE CONDUCTOR
TO PUNCH MY TICKET,
AND HE PUNCHED MY EYE
FOR ME!
Sung to a Tune, of course.
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Post by brightspark on Aug 17, 2022 13:41:57 GMT
I have taken out this poem from here, on a recommendation. I will happily provide it again on a PM.  |
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Post by brightspark on Aug 18, 2022 14:35:18 GMT
This is another one, Chris, that our children had me reading so often, the book became quite tatty.
If you can get hold of the book, it has lots of pictures of the creatures.
The Quangle Wangle’s Hat (1872)
Edward Lear
On the top of the Crumpetty Tree
The Quangle Wangle sat,
But his face you could not see,
On account of his Beaver Hat.
For his Hat was a hundred and two feet wide,
With ribbons and bibbons on every side
And bells, and buttons, and loops, and lace,
So that nobody ever could see the face
Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.
The Quangle Wangle said
To himself on the Crumpetty Tree:
“Jam; and jelly; and bread;
Are the best of food for me!
But the longer I live on this Crumpetty Tree
The plainer than ever it seems to me
That very few people come this way
And that life on the whole is far from gay!”
Said the Quangle Wangle Quee.
But there came to the Crumpetty Tree,
Mr. and Mrs. Canary;
And they said, — “Did ever you see
Any spot so charmingly airy?
May we build a nest on your lovely Hat?
Mr. Quangle Wangle, grant us that!
O please let us come and build a nest
Of whatever material suits you best,
Mr. Quangle Wangle Quee!”
And besides, to the Crumpetty Tree
Came the Stork, the Duck, and the Owl:
The Snail, and the Bumble-Bee,
The Frog, and the Fimble Fowl;
(The Fimble Fowl, with a corkscrew leg;)
And all of them said: “We humbly beg,
We may build out homes on your lovely Hat:
Mr. Quangle Wangle, grant us that!
Mr. Quangle Wangle Quee!”
And the Golden Grouse came there,
And the Pobble who has no toes,
And the small Olympian bear,
And the Dong with a luminous nose.
And the Blue Baboon, who played the flute,
And the Orient Calf from the Land of Tute,
And the Attery Squash, and the Bisky Bat,
All came and built on the lovely Hat
Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.
And the Quangle Wangle said
To himself on the Crumpetty Tree:
“When all these creatures move
What a wonderful noise there’ll be!”
And at night by the light of the Mulberry moon
They danced to the Flute of the Blue Baboon,
On the broad green leaves of the Crumpetty Tree,
And all were as happy as happy could be,
With the Quangle Wangle Quee.
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