It's National Poetry Day So come on out and play My poems are so bad They just make me sad When they should make us all gay
I'm no poet And don't I know it I spend too much time Trying to find words that rhyme So a good Thought for the day, if I can submit Dust if you Must by Rose Milligan...
Prefer Spike! "There are holes in the sky, Where rain gets in. The holes are small, That's why rain is thin!"
Excellent idea to borrow poems. “TIMING TOAST" (Grook on how to char for yourself) "There's an art of knowing when. Never try to guess. Toast until it smokes and then twenty seconds less.” ― Piet Hein
William Hughes Mearns always fascinated me! Yesterday upon the stair I met a man who wasn’t there He wasn’t there again today I wish, I wish he’d go away When I came home last night at three The man was waiting there for me But when I looked around the hall I couldn’t see him there at all! Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more! Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door Last night I saw upon the stair A little man who wasn’t there He wasn’t there again today Oh, how I wish he’d go away
A personal favourite of mine from Poems on the Underground: I wanna be the leader I wanna be the leader Can I be the leader? Can I? I can? Promise? Promise? Yippee I'm the leader I'm the leader OK what shall we do? Roger McGough
That reminds of this - have no idea who the author was though... One fine day in the middle of the night, Two dead boys got up to fight, They lived on the corner, in the middle of the block, On the second floor of a vacant lot. One was blind and the other couldn't, see So they chose a dummy for a referee. A blind man went to see fair play, A dumb man went to shout "hooray!" Back to back they faced each other, Drew their swords and shot each other, A deaf policeman heard the noise, And came to arrest the two dead boys, If you don't believe this story's true, Ask the blind man - he saw it too!
and on the same sort of theme: "The Man Who Sold The World" We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone, a long long time ago Oh no, not me I never lost control You're face to face With The Man Who Sold The World I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here We must have died alone, a long long time ago Who knows? not me We never lost control You're face to face With the Man who Sold the World
In the morning to awake, fresh and bright resurrected by the strong sunlight, with wordsmiths ready, pen in hand to brighten up our world so bland.
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Drink and the devil be done for the rest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum The mate was fixed by the bos'n's pike The bos'n brained with a marlinspike And Cookey's throat was marked belike It had been gripped by fingers ten And there they lay all good dead men Like break o' day in a boozing ken Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum Fifteen men of a whole ship's list Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist! Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum The skipper lay with his nob in gore Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore And the scullion he was stabbed times four And there he lay and the soggy skies Dripped all day in up-staring eyes At murk sunset and at foul sunrise Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Ten of the crew had the murder mark Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum 'Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead Or a yawning hole in a battered head and the scuppers glut with a yawning red And there they lay aye damn my eyes All lookouts clapped on paradise All souls bound just contariwise Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Fifteen men of 'em good and true Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Every man Jack could ha' sailed with old Pew Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum There was chest on chest of Spanish gold With a ton of plate in the middle hold And the cabins riot of stuff untold As they lay there that had took the plum With a sightless glare and their lips struck dumb While we shared all by the rule of thumb Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Fifteen men of a dead man's chest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Drink and the devil had done for the rest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tight With twice ten turns of a hausers bight And we heaved 'em over and out of sight With a yo heave ho and fare you well And a sullen plunge in a sullen swell Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum R L Stevenson
