Today's poet

[freckle]

anyone know anything that rhymes with Quorn?

Oh comon...............

thats easy......

biscuit ****

[Hes]

and I raise you

Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
Droops on the little hands little gold head.
Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.

God bless Mummy. I know that's right.
Wasn't it fun in the bath tonight?
The cold's so cold, and the hot's so hot.
Oh! God bless Daddy - I quite forgot.

If I open my fingers a little bit more,
I can see Nanny's dressing-gown on the door.
It's a beautiful blue, but it hasn't a hood.
Oh! God bless Nanny and make her good.

Mine has a hood, and I lie in bed,
And pull the hood right over my head,
And I shut my eyes, and I curl up small,
And nobody knows that I'm there at all.

Oh! Thank you, God, for a lovely day.
And what was the other I had to say?
I said "Bless Daddy," so what can it be?
Oh! Now I remember it. God bless Me.

Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
Droops on the little hands little gold head.
Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers

and I'll see you with:

(Tiddly Pom)
The more it goes
(Tiddly Pom)
The more it goes
(Tiddly Pom)
On snowing.

And nobody knows
(Tiddly Pom)
How cold my toes
(Tiddly Pom)
How cold my toes
(Tiddly Pom)
Are growing.

The more it snows
(Tiddly Pom)
The more it goes
(Tiddly Pom)
The more it goes
(Tiddly Pom)
On snowing.

And nobody knows
(Tiddly Pom)
How gold my toes
(Tiddly Pom)
How cold my toes
(Tiddly Pom)
Are growing.

[freckle]

baking baked potatos
takes so much blooming time
they stay all hard for ages
and are very hard to rhyme
i really wish I'd thought this through
and gone for something faster
I'm feeling very hungry
and should have just had pasta

(Pam...eat you heart out Mrs!)

Ha ha ! flippin eck that was quick!...nice one!

[Derby Tup]

Oh comon...............

thats easy......

biscuit ****

Haha!! Scorn? Brawn? Spawn?

[Hes]

Oh comon...............

thats easy......

biscuit ****

torn, forlorn, spawn, corn, drawn?...can't really see where the biscuit comes in...hee hee.

Sorry, I am blaming hunger. I did like your Milne poem, it was lovely.

[Harry H Howgill]

Oh comon...............

thats easy......

biscuit ****

Now there's a poetry in-joke if ever there was one!

I've just had quite a pms about all this so will reply as soon as I can to them all.

[Harry H Howgill]

baking baked potatos
takes so much blooming time
they stay all hard for ages
and are very hard to rhyme
i really wish I'd thought this through
and gone for something faster
I'm feeling very hungry
and should have just had pasta

(Pam...eat you heart out Mrs!)

Ha ha. I'm sure there was a baked potato poem once before, many months ago. That'll be the next compilation.

[Derby Tup]

Fell Poets, I'm off to sort my kit out for the Hebden tomorrow. Might catch you later. If not have a good evening!

[freckle]

sorry, couldn't resist this ryhming opportunity....

I've heard that DT is all brawn
and that Hes likes her quorn
Brother Harry is at times forlorn
and Freckle is subject to X runner's scorn
OW likes to watch the first dawn
While Tri articulates the voice of the torn
Old Mossy adores a freshly cut lawn
Merrylegs is a poet newly born
What unites this bunch? all tattered and torn?
Well that's easy innit?
Biscuit ****

I'll just get my coat!

[Hes]

sorry, couldn't resist this ryhming opportunity....

I've heard that DT is all brawn
and that Hes likes her quorn
Brother Harry is at times forlorn
and Freckle is subject to X runner's scorn
OW likes to watch the first dawn
While Tri articulates the voice of the torn
Old Mossy adores a freshly cut lawn
Merrylegs is a poet newly born
What unites this bunch? all tattered and torn?
Well that's easy innit?
Biscuit ****

I'll just get my coat!

Brilliant! She shoots and she scores. Nice one Freckle. I was working on one and the phone rang so it is got ditched. It wasn't as good as this and it was a bit lewd so it is probably best for all that it is now consigned to the recycle bin where it belongs.