My - slightly more civilised - version went: Glory glory hallelujah Teacher hit me with a ruler shot her in the butt with a rotten coconut and there ain't no school no more. And that was all I knew. Didn't know your watermelon one, but I'm very curious to know if anyone else sang this one: They say that in the army grenades are mighty fine one rolled off the table and killed a friend of mine Oh I don't want no more of army life Gee, Mom, I wanna go Gee, Mom, I wanna go Gee, Mom, I wanna go Ho-o-ome. I remember singing it on some school trip, by bus, out to the countryside somewhere. I'm pretty sure the teaching assistant was a hippy, quite a cool looking one with lots of patches on her denim jacket, and America was still fighting in Vietnam. Who on earth gave you Nancy Drew mysteries?
it was this one actually: Glory glory hallelujah Teacher hit me with a ruler I met her at the door with a loaded .44 Now the teacher don't teach no more! it goes on but it's not very pretty. we used to sing about it now they just do it.
yes I remember the ol' smokie one, but it had to do with a forty-four behind a closed door, and I wasn't familiar with the word 'overweening' until a few days ago, just something about it looked funny. so don't spend too much time blushing. my favorite song from campfire singalong was this: Just plant a watermelon upon my grave, And let the juice seep through, Just plant a watermelon seed upon my grave. That's all I ask of you. Chicken and 'possums are mighty fine, But there ain't no taste like a watermelon rind Just plant a watermelon seed upon my grave, And let the juice run through. o' america the beautiful. I got two Nancy Drew mysteries given to me for xmas, odd!
I know the batman one. Also On top of old smokie all covered with blood I shot my poor teacher right in the butt I shot her with pleasure I shot her with pride I couldn't help missing her [sic] she was ninety feet wide I went to her funeral I went to her grave the others threw flowers but I threw granades I genuinely didn't know how to spell 'overweening' until today.
I remember singing that McDonald's song with my brothers standing up in the the car, (a light blue station wagon) this was before seat belt laws, of course. we followed with: jingle bells, batman smells, robin laid an egg, the bat mobile lost a wheel and the joker got a way-hey! no wonder my poor mother is a bit crazy nowadays. sorry, I couldn't help pointing out your misspell.
Actually, now I read your message again, I realise I don't know the Koolaid one. I never sang the McDonalds song, no. Or knew it. That's a very good reaction to that poem. Thanks. I just figured out where I said 'overweaning'.
Oh yeah. I remember all those ads too, except maybe for the vaseline one. See if Mikey likes it. Deathless. Something about 'Cheerio-oo-os' too. Maybe that's all there was to it. Where did I say 'overweaning'? I've just looked it up and it turns out I misspelled it, wherever it was; it's actually 'overweening' and my computer's dictionary defines it as 'excessive confidence or pride', but I'm not sure I agree.
I'm pleased that it means good and not very bad. and yes, your poem deserved a second look and a bit of respect. I felt confined, frustrated, annoyed and angry as I read it. Since we don't have a thread entitled write a confined, frustrated, annoyed and angry poem, I suppose write an angry poem would be the best fit. how about, "he likes it! Hey Mikey!" that and Hey Koolaid, but maybe that was later. did you ever sing a version of this as a kid? "Mcdonalds is my kind of place, they serve you plastic shakes hamburgers up your nose, french fries between your toes, and if you don't care they'll fry your underwear, Mcdonalds is my kind of place!" I used to get the "country-time lemonade" jingle mixed with the Vaseline Intensive Care one....*singing* Vaseline Intensive Care tastes like that good ol' fashioned lemondade! oh, yeah, and what exactly do you mean by 'overweaning'? is that like a mother that weans a child and then denies them any sort of milk until they turn 18? ;-)
That's so strange. I meant to say, 'knock-out poem', not [shakes head] 'knock-poem'. Where was my head? Maybe I was tired. But anyway, yes, the basic meaning was 'good'. Very good. Yeah, the walking, legs poem does seem OK, doesn't it? I really dashed it off and just thought I'd bung in bad poems for the moment. Just looked at it again and liked it. Anyway, if it was going to go in any of those threads it really should have been angry poems. Maybe I made a mistake. Oh, and, speaking of mistakes, that advert was '...made for Michelob', not 'Miller time' I remember now. Also My baloney has a first name, it's O S C A R, my baloney has a second name it's M E Y E R. and, relatedly, I wish I was an Oscar Meyer weiner...
Knock poem? is that good? I truly enjoyed your "Or I will go away on other legs" poem, not really sure why you placed it in the "bad" poems thread.
