Today's poet

[freckle]

Leisure
WH Davies

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

[freckle]

Tired old clown.

I feel i want to,
Make you all laugh,
But i think someone,
Has surgically removed,
My funny bone,
If you could see me,
The face of an old tired,
Beat up old man,
Just wanting one last,
Hurrah,
But your not there you,
No longer come and,
Watch so i drown,
Myself in liquor,
Just waiting for the end,
With one last effort,
I walk out it goes black,
The spotlight shines,
Stop me if you have heard this .......

By Herakles

Like the line about the surgical removal of the funny bone...nice one herakles......did 10 miles on the flat today and felt totally recked, lord knows how i will manage the AW at this rate but the tought of a snecklifter with my fell running buds keeps me going!

[Harry H Howgill]

The classic "life" poem. Always worth a read.

Leisure
WH Davies

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

[Derby Tup]

Two real classics from you this evening freckle

[Harry H Howgill]

Like the line about the surgical removal of the funny bone...nice one herakles......did 10 miles on the flat today and felt totally recked, lord knows how i will manage the AW at this rate but the tought of a snecklifter with my fell running buds keeps me going!

There is still 9 weeks to the AW, so you'll be just fine. The adrenaline will kick in on race day and you'll have a great day I'm sure.

[Harry H Howgill]

Life 3

Life is spending all,
Of your time wading knee,
Deep in crap,
Just to have those,
Fleeting moments,
Of perfection,
Which make it all,
Worth while.

By Herakles.

You are ok as long as your wellies are long enough.

Keep them coming Herackles.

[Derby Tup]

There is still 9 weeks to the AW, so you'll be just fine. The adrenaline will kick in on race day and you'll have a great day I'm sure.

Agreed. You'll be fine (you might not be able to get up and down stairs for a day or two afterwards but hey ho). Wish I could make it to the inaugural FPS get-together

[Old Whippet]

Hmm... life is like...... let's leave it to the Pythons to tell us....

Why are we here? What's life all about?
Is God really real, or is there some doubt?

Well, tonight, we're going to sort it all out,
For, tonight, it's 'The Meaning of Life'.

What's the point of all this hoax?
Is it the chicken and the egg time? Are we just yolks?

Or, perhaps, we're just one of God's little jokes.
Well, ça c'est le 'Meaning of Life'.

Is life just a game where we make up the rules
While we're searching for something to say,

Or are we just simply spiralling coils
Of self-replicating DNA. Nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, nay.
In this 'life', what is our fate?
Is there Heaven and Hell? Do we reincarnate?

Is mankind evolving, or is it too late?
Well, tonight, here's 'The Meaning of Life'.
For millions, this 'life' is a sad vale of tears,

Sitting 'round with rien nothing to say

While the scientists say we're just simply spiralling coils
Of self-replicating DNA. Nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, nay.
So, just why-- why are we here,

And just what-- what-- what-- what do we fear?
Well, ce soir, for a change, it will all be made clear,
For this is 'The Meaning of Life'. C'est le sens de la vie.
This is 'The Meaning of Life'

[Harry H Howgill]

Agreed. You'll be fine (you might not be able to get up and down stairs for a day or two afterwards but hey ho). Wish I could make it to the inaugural FPS get-together

Afterwards doesn't matter. We'll carry you to the bar Freckle.

We'll raise a glass to you DT. We know you'll be there in spirit.

[Harry H Howgill]

Evening OW. I hope the world is treating you well. A good choice there. I think I've still got their CD in the car. I'll stick it on tomorrow.

Hmm... life is like...... let's leave it to the Pythons to tell us....

Why are we here? What's life all about?
Is God really real, or is there some doubt?

Well, tonight, we're going to sort it all out,
For, tonight, it's 'The Meaning of Life'.

What's the point of all this hoax?
Is it the chicken and the egg time? Are we just yolks?

Or, perhaps, we're just one of God's little jokes.
Well, ça c'est le 'Meaning of Life'.

Is life just a game where we make up the rules
While we're searching for something to say,

Or are we just simply spiralling coils
Of self-replicating DNA. Nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, nay.
In this 'life', what is our fate?
Is there Heaven and Hell? Do we reincarnate?

Is mankind evolving, or is it too late?
Well, tonight, here's 'The Meaning of Life'.
For millions, this 'life' is a sad vale of tears,

Sitting 'round with rien nothing to say

While the scientists say we're just simply spiralling coils
Of self-replicating DNA. Nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, nay.
So, just why-- why are we here,

And just what-- what-- what-- what do we fear?
Well, ce soir, for a change, it will all be made clear,
For this is 'The Meaning of Life'. C'est le sens de la vie.
This is 'The Meaning of Life'