Poems, Rhymes and anecdotes

[art0]

When the moon is roon an square
The fishes swim fir troon to air
And when the moon is square an roon
The fishes swim fir air to troon

There was a hous stood on a hill
it's no there now it's shifted

A man built a boat to sail away
It sank

McGonagall I think?

[robbee]

"To bed to bed" said Sleepy-head.
"Time enough" said Slow.
"Put on the pan" said Greedy Man,"We'll eat before we go".
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"I see" said the blind man.
"You're a liar!" said the dummy.
"I'll give you a kick up the arse !" said the man with no legs.

[art0hur0moh]

One fine day in the middle of the night.
Two dead men got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other.
Drew their swords and shot each other.

[VILS]

They came as a boon and a blessing to men,
The Pickwick, the Owl and the Waverley pen.

[VILS]

While Titian was mixing rose madder
His model was perched on a ladder.
Her position to Titian
Suggested coition
So he climbed up the ladder and had her.

[VILS]

There is nothing more mysterious than a TV set left on in an empty room.
It is even stranger than a man talking to himself or a woman standing dreaming at her stove.
It is as if another planet is communicating with you.

Jean Baudrillard

[VILS]

[robbee]

The Ballad of William Bloat.
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In a mean abode on the Shankill Road
Lived a man named William Bloat
And he had a wife, the bane of his life
Who always got his goat
And one day at dawn, with her nightdress on
He slit her bloody throat.

With a razor gash he settled her hash
Oh never was crime so quick
But the steady drip on the pillowslip
Of her lifeblood made him sick.
And the pool of gore on the bedroom floor
Grew clotted and cold and thick.

Now, he was glad he had done what he had
As she lay there stiff and still
'Til suddenly awe of the angry law
Filled his soul with an awful chill
And to finish the fun so well begun
He decided himself to kill

Then he took the sheet from his wifes cold feet
And he twisted it into a rope
And he hanged himself from the pantry shelf
'Twas an easy end, let's hope
With his dying breath and he facing death
He solemnly cursed the Pope

But the strangest turn of the whole concern
Is only just beginning
He went to hell, but his wife got well
And she's still alive and sinning
For the razor blade was German-made
But the rope was Belfast linen.

[robbee]

Written by Seamus Heaney on the death of his little brother Christopher (struck by a car).
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Mid-Term Break

I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close.
At two o'clock our neighbors drove me home.

In the porch I met my father crying--
He had always taken funerals in his stride--
And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.

The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram
When I came in, and I was embarrassed
By old men standing up to shake my hand

And tell me they were "sorry for my trouble,"
Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest,
Away at school, as my mother held my hand

In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs.
At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived
With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses.

Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops
And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him
For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,

Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple,
He lay in the four foot box as in his cot.
No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.

A four foot box, a foot for every year.


Seamus Heaney.R.I.P. (Apr 1939-August 2013)
"The greatest Irish poet since William Butler Yeats".

[VILS]

Thanks for the Heaney robbee.

[VILS]

Skipping with two ropes!

[rollup]

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly
I'm crying


Sitting on a cornflakes, waiting for the van to come
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long
I am the egg man, they are the egg men
I am the walrus, goo goo good job


Mister City Policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run
I'm crying, I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying


Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down
I am the egg man, they are the egg men
I am the walrus, goo goo good job


Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun
If the sun don't come, you get a tan
From standing in the English rain
I am the egg man, they are the egg men
I am the walrus, goo goo good job g'goo goo good job


Expert text pert choking smokers
Don't you think the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty
See how they snied
I'm crying


Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe
I am the egg man, they are the egg men
I am the walrus, goo goo good job g'goo goo good job
Goo goo good job g'goo goo good job g'goo

[rollup]

Those lyrics aint right!

[VILS]

[robbee]

Quotes from Mother Teresa.




"If you can't feed a hundred people, then just feed one.
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"It is a kingly act to assist the fallen."
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"The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway."
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"I'm a little pencil in the hand of a writing God, who is sending a love letter to the world."
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"I can do things you cannot, you can do things I cannot; together we can do great things."
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