I had a little bird,
It’s name was Enza,
I opened the window,
And in-flu-enza.
A children's song about the Spanish flu, quite ingenious if you ask me..
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I had a little bird,
It’s name was Enza,
I opened the window,
And in-flu-enza.
A children's song about the Spanish flu, quite ingenious if you ask me..
In-flu-enzaQuote:
Originally Posted by RicMisc
And landed on my head.
It came to me,
And now I'm dead.
Morbid as it is it was actually sung by children (still hard to believe), after writing an extensive report on the Spanish Flu I am deeply shocked at how forgotten this huge pandemic really is.Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
I also have a little rhyme about the Plague:
Ring around the rosies
A pocketful of posies
Ashes, ashes
We all fall down
This is a common one in the UK. In the UK form it is:Quote:
Originally Posted by RicMisc
Ring a ring o rosies
A pocketful of posies
Atishoo, atishoo,
We all fall down.
I think I've herd your version too.
It is recited in schools and played in platygrounds.
Posh Tart
I’m Lulu-Beth De Montfort
and I sport an ancient name;
it don’t do me no favours though,
not when I’m on the game.
The John’s don’t ask your pedigree
when cruising for their sport
and if they knew how posh I am
I guess I’d come up short.
A lineage so prominent
is neither here nor there,
when lurking in a doorway
with peroxide tinted hair
Me fishnets are all laddered
from the traffic up and down,
and as for knickers - not much point
around this part of town.
Me ankle-chain and piercings
augment me bold tattoos,
they add an air of mystery
along with f*ck me shoes.
I’d make a solid living on these
backstreets round the docks;
me pimp takes all the money though,
and stuffs it in his socks.
Clouds
A cloud collided with another.
The big one swallowed up the other.
highly entertaining!Quote:
Originally Posted by Hawkman
There was a little mouse
who nibbled lots of cheese
till the cat of the house
mewd "I'll eat you if you please"
So he caught the plump mouse
and gnashed his tasty platter
now the master of the house
is called Cropwell Bishop Fatter.
Freezing in my Flat
(with apologies to Buddy Holly)
The daffodils have all turned brown
The stink of bluebells hangs around
And it’s freezing, freezing in my flat.
The sun may shine, so much for that
The wind’s still cold, I need my hat,
‘Cause it’s freezing, freezing in my flat.
Turn up the heater, make it glow
A fire risk; I know, I know,
But it’s freezing, freezing in my flat.
Sunlight Fairies
Peeps the ray
From the shutter
A beam flows down
'Tween curtains flutter
Dancing wisps
Along the blight
Like little, tiny
Fairy lights
A surge of joy
A jump, a hop
Wrapping fingers
'round the lot
Hold them close
To my heart,
And never take
My hands apart.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
who is the ugliest of them all?
Not you chum, you're still too fair
but wait a while, you're getting there.
I found a stone shaped like a heart
Upon the sandy shore.
She said it looked just like her butt.
She's right! I like hers more.
Low Roller
The tumbleweed blows in,
shoots the breeze in ghost-towns
then whispers its farewell.
Four Seasonal Poems
1.
At the dawn-tide of summer
Not yet soft bitten by drooling frost
We may walk nightly without expense
Except the expiring sense of joy.
2.
As I walked the parks maimed by autumn
I felt all things by that moment whetted -
And knew it to be a vindication of living.
3.
A scouring death
Wets my window-
But it is yet
To scar the glass.
4.
In winds that are frugal
With their convoy
The fallen leaves do not dance
Out of the wet grass -
They only shiver.
Sad Truth
Those who speak of love eternal
Lie about the truth’s hard kernel;
Love is fleeting, love is cruel
Far less flavoursome than gruel.
Why is the Night Sky Dark?
Infinity? The Gods confessed,
"Are not we now so nicely blessed
With finitude? Let skies be blue
And when it's night get darker, too."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olbers%27_paradox
For Good Reason
God doesn’t like me much;
He’s justified, I guess,
but the only consolation is
the Devil likes me less.
Nonsense Auntie, I'm sure he loves you to bits - lol. :devil:
A Rose
A rose blossoms
to express
joy
Be the rose
12/29/2012 r.12/31/2012
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
I remember
having to sit
down, as I heard
those awful words.
You’re fit, thank God,
you’ll get through this.
You don’t know who
gave this to you?
Acronymbus
conundrumus,
a fiscally
transmitted disease.
The house of cards that once was there
Was tumbled by a breath of air
And all the folk who played inside
Have gone to who-knows-where.
music flies
sideways
across the
highways
the beautiful
causeway
in freedom
is rhythm
an almost
sychism
to a ritual
prism
All love is nonsense
it changes from person to person
from time to time
What is eternally true is Trust
nothing can change it ever
unless you broke it!
a fantasy
starts indecise
and then takes
off to find a while
to free its hide
accost your boss
when work is lost
on dimpled cheeks
and vapid hearts
strikes back
the voice
and then
retires
force
revenge is
loss
sweet is the cause
I tread
easily
I speak not lightly
I measure
slightly
and then
it is
part
me and part thee
no knowingly
but archly
the way
parabol
bites ye
that I continue
highly
when you try
too hard
you lie
when you lie
you cry
and when you
cry you
dry
as simple as my
Still holding on
to the touch
of my last fear
I cannot obey
what it is
you possess.
let loose
quick! let's vamoose!
you rev up the caboose
i'll grab the moose, goose and papoose
joy ride!
hilarity
thatches grips
to slow the quick
to slurry the hurry
and to stop the worry
Professor Patricia McNaughty-McGray
Said, "Rhyme all you want but don't send 'em my way.
I'll flunk any fool who lacks brains to obey."
So nobody sent her love poems that May.
Too psychotic to leave, too neurotic to stay,
The pendulum pauses, but time won't delay.
Inspired by a cacian poem:
The Daily Routine
The daily routine -
a grind; like whirled peas
only with less guns
8/13/2013
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Terrific!Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
I gots agoraphobia,Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
claustrophobia, too--
that's why I can't move
or stay put.
My shrink says I fear
success; it's failure
thinks my bitter half.
No wonder
I can't get
anything done.
It makes no sense at all, but that's why I like it!Quote:
Originally Posted by tailor STATELY
Less guns? Surely you mean, 'fewer' ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by tailor STATELY
I find lack of cash has a similar effect...Quote:
Originally Posted by AuntShecky
I waited and waited
and then I weighted
that's all too late
unweight the faith
I appreciate
the wait
but I wish it to go
time has to flow
delay fails slow