Poems you may have long forgotten

[bootbags]

Ever had poems that stuck in your memory or you were taught as a child, I will start it off with a few........

It's such a shock, I almost screech

When I find a worm inside my peach!

But then what really makes me blue

Is to find a worm who's bit in two!

[bootbags]

I eat peas with honey

I've done it all my life

It makes the peas taste funny

But it keeps them on my knife

[Mick H.]

Part of one I learned when I was at junior school.Thats a long time a go.

THE WINDMILL.

 

Behold a giant am I

aloft here in my tower

With my mighty jaws I devour

The maize, the wheat and the rye

And I grind them into flour.

[bootbags]

IF

If I were a tadpole

I'd be very very small

and wouldn't be the slightest use

To anyone at all

And you thought it was going to be by Rudyard Kipling!

[bootbags]

Here's another - wish it would come out in single spacing

Doctor Bell fell down the well

And broke his collar bone.

Doctors should attend the sick

And leave the well alone

[ROON]

Said Hamlet to Ophelia

'I'll do a sketch of thee.

What kind of pencil shall I use,

2B or not 2B?'

 

(Spike Milligan)

[bootbags]

Thanks Roon, I was beginning to think no one out there enjoyed a bit of humour in verse - Milligan is great, here's another (not his)

I wish I was a little grub

With whiskers round my tummy

I'd climb into a honey-pot

And make my tummy gummy

[Syd]

There was a young girl from Madrid

Who wouldn't have Sex for a quid

Up came an Italian

Who was built like a stallion

Said he would do her for nowt

And he did

[ROON]

Syd, you really are cheeky you know!!!! :-D

 

Back to serious stuff now. Can't remember the exact wording but put this at the front of my very first photo albumn when I first fell in love!!!!

 

When you are old and grey

And nodding full of sleep

Take down this book and think and dream

Of the soft look your eyes once had

And of their shadows deep

 

 

(It isn't word perfect but that's all I can remember)

[bootbags]

Bet you weren't taught that one at school!

Syd - 2008-08-04 4:48 PM There was a young girl from Madrid Who wouldn't have Sex for a quid Up came an Italian Who was built like a stallion Said he would do her for nowt And he did

;-)

[Syd]

Learned while studying Suicides in the under 18s of Barbados

 

There was a young man from Cape Horn

Who wished he had never been born

And he wouldn't have been

If his father had seen

The end of the condom was torn

 

Boom boom

[bootbags]

Willie built a guillotine

tried it out on sister Jean

Said Mother as she got the mop

These messy games have got to stop

Yuk!

[parkmoy]

She stood on the bridge at midnight

Throwing snowballs at the moon

She said, "Sir I've never had it"

But she spoke too flippin' soon.

[michele]

never trouble trouble

Till trouble roubles you :D

 

It only doubles trouble

and troubles other too :D

 

How right is that ;-)

[Hymer C 9.]

The man stood on the burning deck

Peeling Potatoes by the peck

Would he wash his dirty neck

Would he heck.

[Mick H.]

There you go Roon refresh your memory

When You Are Old - Yeats.txt

[bootbags]

Lovely poem, glad to see we have some sensitive & romantic souls in here!.

[donna miller]

bootbags - 2008-08-06 1:42 PM

 

glad to see we have some sensitive & romantic souls in here!.

 

I love you dear

I love you in your nightie

When the moonlight flits

Across your ****

Oh Jesus Christ Almighty

[bootbags]

I didn't think it would stay in good taste for long so here's another

Pigs are stout

and pigs are kind

and pigs are seldom clean

snout before

and tail behind

and bacon in between

[Bazza454]

And another -

While walking through the woods one day, along two grassy banks,

I stood upon a fellows ar*e and a ladies voice said "thanks".

[Bazza454]

And another, another,

No matter how you shake your peg, the last few drops run down your leg.....

[Hymer C 9.]

One I got a good smack for reciting innocently:-

 

Milk Milk - Lemonade - round the corner where chocolate's made *-) Carol.

[ROON]

Aw Mick, thank you for that... It still makes me go all funny inside.

 

Carol, I would recite it innocently too... :-S I don't get it, sorry. can you explain it in a way that won't get you in trouble again please :$

[bootbags]

The poetry lovers out there are probably familiar wiith Rudyard Kipling's ''IF'' But even for those who have no interest in poetry, this is one that sets out some simple rules to help you through life. My son e.mailed me from Iraq last week (he is not in the military - but on a base in Iskandariah) he is going through a difficult time at the moment and he said that the one thing that sustains him is the reading of this famous verse which I gave to him as a young man.

 

So if I may...

 

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired of waiting,

Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

 

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with triumph and disaster

And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on';

 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

 

Rudyard Kipling

[Hymer C 9.]

bootbags that is one on the beautiful poems that once you have heard you stays with you always, thanks for putting it on. Carol.