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« Reply #15 on: May 29, 2009, 03:00:21 PM »

I love that : one of my favourites:

Spike Milligan has an abridged version:

I must go down to the seas again,
   to the lonely sea and the sky,
I left my shoes and socks there
 I do hope they're dry
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« Reply #16 on: May 29, 2009, 04:48:16 PM »

I think I know how SM got his name...
wait a mo, a guy called 'spike' with SM initials - think again...
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« Reply #17 on: May 30, 2009, 07:33:24 AM »

The Courtship of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo

On the Coast of Coromandel,
Where the early pumpkins grow,
In the middle of the woods
Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
Two old chairs, and half a candle,
One old jug without a handle,
These were all his worldly goods:
In the middle of the woods,
These were all the worldly goods
Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

Once, among the Bong-trees walking
Where the early pumpkins grow,
To a little heap of stones
Came the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
There he heard a Lady talking,
To some milk-white Hens of Dorking,
"'Tis the Lady Jingly Jones!
On that little heap of stones
Sits the Lady Jingly Jones!"
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

"Lady Jingly! Lady Jingly!
Sitting where the pumpkins grow,
Will you come and be my wife?"
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
"I am tired of living singly,
On this coast so wild and shingly,
I'm a-weary of my life;
If you'll come and be my wife,
Quite serene would be my life!"
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

"On this Coast of Coromandel,
Shrimps and watercresses grow,
Prawns are plentiful and cheap,"
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
"You shall have my chairs and candle,
And my jug without a handle! -
Gaze upon the rolling deep
(Fish is plentiful and cheap) -
As the sea, my love is deep!"
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

Lady Jingly answered sadly,
And her tears began to flow,
"Your proposal comes too late,
Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
I would be your wife most gladly!"
(Here she twirled her fingers madly)
"But in England I've a mate!
Yes! you've asked me far too late,
For in England I've a mate,
Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
     "Mr Jones - (his name is Handel -
Handel Jones, Esquire, & Co.)
Dorking fowls delights to send,
Mr Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
Keep, oh! keep your chairs and candle,
And your jug without a handle,
I can merely be your friend!
- Should my Jones more Dorking send,
I will give you three, my friend!
Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!

"Though you've such a tiny body,
And your head so large doth grow,
Though your hat may blow away,
Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
Though you're such a Hoddy Doddy -
Yet I wish that I could modi-
fy the words I needs must say!
Will you please to go away?
That is all I have to say -
Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!"

Down the slippery slopes of Myrtle,
Where the early pumpkins grow,
To the calm and silent sea
Fled the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
There beyond the Bay of Gurtle,
Lay a large and lively Turtle;
"You're the Cove," he said, "for me;
On your back beyond the sea,
Turtle, you shall carry me!"
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

Through the silent-roaring ocean
Did the Turtle swiftly go;
Holding fast upon his shell
Rode the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
With a sad primaeval motion
Towards the sunset isles of Boshen
Still the Turtle bore him well,
Holding fast upon his shell.
"Lady Jingly Jones, farewell!"
Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

From the Coast of Coromandel
Did that Lady never go;
On that heap of stones she mourns
For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
On that Coast of Coromandel,
In his jug without a handle,
Still she weeps, and daily moans;
On that little heap of stones
To her Dorking Hens she moans
For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
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« Reply #18 on: May 30, 2009, 11:22:19 AM »

fun - and within the traditions of Edward lear...

The Jumblies
Edward Lear


They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,
  In a Sieve they went to sea:
In spite of all their friends could say,
On a winter's morn, on a stormy day,
  In a Sieve they went to sea!
And when the Sieve turned round and round,
And every one cried, `You'll all be drowned!'
They called aloud, `Our Sieve ain't big,
But we don't care a button! we don't care a fig!
  In a Sieve we'll go to sea!'
    Far and few, far and few,
      Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
    Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
      And they went to sea in a Sieve.

They sailed away in a Sieve, they did,
  In a Sieve they sailed so fast,
With only a beautiful pea-green veil
Tied with a riband by way of a sail,
  To a small tobacco-pipe mast;
And every one said, who saw them go,
`O won't they be soon upset, you know!
For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long,
And happen what may, it's extremely wrong
  In a Sieve to sail so fast!'
    Far and few, far and few,
      Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
    Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
      And they went to sea in a Sieve.

The water it soon came in, it did,
  The water it soon came in;
So to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet
In a pinky paper all folded neat,
  And they fastened it down with a pin.
And they passed the night in a crockery-jar,
And each of them said, `How wise we are!
Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long,
Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong,
  While round in our Sieve we spin!'
    Far and few, far and few,
      Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
    Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
      And they went to sea in a Sieve.

And all night long they sailed away;
  And when the sun went down,
They whistled and warbled a moony song
To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,
  In the shade of the mountains brown.
`O Timballo!  How happy we are,
When we live in a Sieve and a crockery-jar,
And all night long in the moonlight pale,
We sail away with a pea-green sail,
  In the shade of the mountains brown!'
    Far and few, far and few,
      Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
    Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
      And they went to sea in a Sieve.

They sailed to the Western Sea, they did,
  To a land all covered with trees,
And they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,
And a pound of Rice, and a Cranberry Tart,
  And a hive of silvery Bees.
And they bought a Pig, and some green Jack-daws,
And a lovely Monkey with lollipop paws,
And forty bottles of Ring-Bo-Ree,
  And no end of Stilton Cheese.
    Far and few, far and few,
      Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
    Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
      And they went to sea in a Sieve.

And in twenty years they all came back,
  In twenty years or more,
And every one said, `How tall they've grown!
For they've been to the Lakes, and the Torrible Zone,
  And the hills of the Chankly Bore!'
And they drank their health, and gave them a feast
Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast;
And every one said, `If we only live,
We too will go to sea in a Sieve,---
  To the hills of the Chankly Bore!'
    Far and few, far and few,
      Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
    Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
      And they went to sea in a Sieve.

They remind me of grad students after a hard day in the lab...
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« Reply #19 on: May 30, 2009, 11:41:33 AM »

That's my second favorite Lear after The Owl & The PussyCat

but the Limerick I know best is not by him:

There was a young lady of Bude
Who went for a swim in a lake
A man in a punt
put his pole in the water
And said "You cant swim here its private."

 Grin Grin Grin



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« Reply #20 on: May 30, 2009, 11:50:34 AM »

And my favorite is:

There was a young lady from Thrace
who's corsets grew too tight to lace
Her mother said Nelly,
There's more in your belly
Than ever went in through your face..

(and we had better be careful where these are leading!!
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« Reply #21 on: May 30, 2009, 03:19:28 PM »

There was a young lady named Bright,
Whose speed was much faster than light.
  She set out one day,
  In a relative way,
And came back the previous night!
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« Reply #22 on: May 30, 2009, 03:20:55 PM »

And there's one my my favorite Odgen Nash bits:

The one-L lama, he's a priest;
The two-L llama, he's a beast.
And I would bet a silk pyjama,
That there isn't any three-L lllama!
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« Reply #23 on: May 30, 2009, 10:32:14 PM »

love those two, thanks... Smiley
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« Reply #24 on: June 08, 2009, 01:02:57 PM »

ELEPHANTS CHARGING IN THE FOG

Although you know
the sky you cannot see
above is blue
and you stand upon the
cold hard ground of the savannah
In early morning mists
and hear the rumble all around
of elephants charging in the fog.

Half of you would turn and run
If a way to run were clear
the other half would face
the large grey shapes
You look for ceaselessly
Knowing by trumpet sound
and bellows breath that there are
Elephants charging in the fog.

You sweat and search
To gain a glimpse
of tusk or  flapping ear
or tree-trunk foot
that may carve or blunder
through the murk
You sweat and search with
straining eyes to see the
Elephants charging through the fog

You shake and tremble
At this noise which all around thunders without
abate, or sense, or sight
of ashen juggernauts
those fears which slip into
the subconscious mind
and then become
Elephants charging in the fog.

btm
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« Reply #25 on: January 07, 2010, 09:50:31 PM »

Just wrote a long one, repost it here:

The sound
Of loss of sound
Is qually profound...
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« Reply #26 on: June 05, 2013, 05:21:21 AM »

This was posted by a friend - a little corny but  neat:

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Dust if you must.
 
But wouldn’t it be better,
 To paint a picture, or write a letter,
 Bake a cake, or plant a seed?
... Ponder the difference between want and need.
 
Dust if you must.
 But there is not much time
 With rivers to swim and mountains to climb!
 Music to hear, and books to read,
 Friends to cherish and life to lead.
 
Dust if you must.
 But the world’s out there
 With the sun in your eyes,
 the wind in your hair,
 A flutter of snow, a shower of rain.
 This day will not come round again.
 
Dust if you must.
 But bear in mind,
 Old age will come and it’s not kind.
 And when you go, and go you must,
 You, yourself, will make more dust.

Rose Milligan of Lancaster, Lancashire, England



 
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« Reply #27 on: June 05, 2013, 10:03:03 AM »

Cute. Smiley

Reminds me of my friend, B, who sings the praises of having a "thin, fine sheen" of dust on everything. That way you never have to dust.  It's when you dust one thing that you "have to" dust everything else.   Nice housecleaning philosophy,IMO. Grin
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« Reply #28 on: June 05, 2013, 10:38:45 AM »

Cute. Smiley

Reminds me of my friend, B, who sings the praises of having a "thin, fine sheen" of dust on everything. That way you never have to dust.  It's when you dust one thing that you "have to" dust everything else.   Nice housecleaning philosophy,IMO. Grin
just don't touch anything either.  better still, move out - stay witha friend 'my plumbing is broken' should do it...
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