A couple of nonsense verses:
Alas, Alack! - Walter de la Mare
Ann, Ann!
Come! quick as you can!
There's a fish that talks
In the frying pan.
Out of the fat,
As clear as glass,
He put up his mouth
And moaned 'Alas!'
Oh, most mournful,
'Alas, alack!'
Then turned to his sizzling,
And sank him back.
There was an old man with a beard - Edward Lear
There was an old man with a beard,
Who said, "It is just as I feared! -
Two Owls and a Hen,
Four Larks and a Wren,
Have all buit their nests in my beard."
The Cow
the cow is of the bovine ilk
one end is moo; the other, milk
The Abominable Snowman
I’ve never seen an abominable snowman,
I’m hoping not to see one,
I’m also hoping, if I do,
That it will be a wee one.
Ogden Nash
On a slightly different note:
The sun and stars that float in the open air... the
appleshaped earth and we upon it... surely the drift
of them is something grand;
I do not know what it is except that it is grand, and that it
is happiness,
And that the enclosing purport of us here is not a speculation,
or bon-mot or reconnoissance,
And that it is not something which by luck may turn out
well for us, and without luck must be a failure for us,
And not something which may yet be retracted in a certain
contingency.
Walt Whitman
But back on the fun theme:
Wind on the Hill
No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
It's flying from somewhere
As fast as it can,
I couldn't keep up with it,
Not if I ran.
But if I stopped holding
The string of my kite,
It would blow with the wind
For a day and a night.
And then when I found it,
Wherever it blew,
I should know that the wind
Had been going there too.
So then I could tell them
Where the wind goes...
But where the wind comes from
Nobody knows.
A.A.Milne
Today's effort inspired by my bikeride
There was a young cyclist from masham (not that young but nevermind)
Who was chatting and fell in a chasm
She got covered in mud
and a dribble of blood
that'll teach her for gossiping...
I like to think it is one of my best! (only works if you know Masham is pronounced Massum)
I like it Hes!
Limericks is somewhere we haven't been much on this thread. How about:
A not-so-young runner from Tring
Thought dieting a wonderful thing
Now his running is fast
Though his prime is well past
And his trousers are held up by string
Hes was a poetic maverick,Originally Posted by Hes
Who cared not for the rules of the limerick.
She cast them aside
To tell tales of her ride,
Which ended rather abruptly I gather.
bikeride part 2
cycling man with lycra-clad rear
you made me pedddle so fast
just to get near
and when I overtook
to get a better look
I ended up slipping a gear
I like it...
Nice one.
and we're on a roll....yeah! limericks and mavericks, the title of my next book (if I actually could write one). Cheers Southernsoftie.
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