Bawdy, I agree.....
In who's wood does this snow fall so deep?
I'll stay with my horse for a peep.
But I'll leave this snow,
To go meet my ho'
And they I'll fall, quickly, asleep.
may i feel said he
by e e cummings
Dear girl may I please touch you there?
That's divine! Now, how about here?
But, what of your wife...?
We've only one life!
Then, mmm, don't stop til we're all the way there!
Homer (not Simpson, but the Greek)
sends Odysseus sail down a creek
Ithaca- Troy- and back again
(not New York and not Michigan)
lots happens, but that's for mad geeks
If you can always keep your head
while all about wish they were dead
without a Bar Mitzvah you'll be a man
yes, even you, ole kickycan
the Earth is yours, or so it's said
The Pied Piper of Hamelin - Robert Browning.
A town that once failed at rat swipin'
Hired a lad that was expert at pipin'
He played them a tune
And in no time they'd goon
But the townsfolk re. money, were gripin'
To the kids the lad started to play
And pretty soon led them away
By spurning the piper
Not nary a diaper
Was sold in that town to this day
The Pequod sailed out of Nantucket
With a crew that would soon kick the bucket.
I alone 'scaped the whale
(You may call me Ishmael)
And heard Ahab's last words, which were "F**k it!"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I realize it's a novel, but I don't know
any poems with "Nantucket" in them.
George wrote:The Pequod sailed out of Nantucket
With a crew that would soon kick the bucket.
I alone 'scaped the whale
(You may call me Ishmael)
And heard Ahab's last words, which were "F**k it!"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I realize it's a novel, but I don't know
any poems with "Nantucket" in them.
I think we are happy to include novels and such.
dlowan wrote:
I think we are happy to include novels and such.
Phew! Poetry, especially FAMOUS poetry was stiffling my creative juices.
Yeah, I was running out of titles too. Oh, okay, hmmm.
One morning from uneasy dreams
the Samsa clan awoke to Gregor's screams
My job! My work! My lifestyle coach!
But there'll be none of that for a six-foot roach
that scrabbles and skitters along the ceiling beams
While trapped in a jungle so thick
These schoolboys a leader did pick
But after much fighting
It became more exciting
To put his head on a stick
jespah wrote:Yeah, I was running out of titles too. Oh, okay, hmmm.
One morning from uneasy dreams
the Samsa clan awoke to Gregor's screams
My job! My work! My lifestyle coach!
But there'll be none of that for a six-foot roach
that scrabbles and skitters along the ceiling beams
Die Verwandlung as a limerick?
Hmmmm....I hafta try to better this.......
While trekking the sands of mohabi
I spied stone legs and said "well I'll be"
It was ozymondius
Once considered a deus
But now all just say "Quen sabe?"
That painting is of my last duchess,
Too easily gladdened by such as
Painters and fops --
Till I put in the stops.
So now she smiles nowhere as much as.
Ahab as a test of his will
Sought a whale who ate nothing but krill
I'll get you great white
Moby simply said "quite",
IDK my bff jill
The literary one is named Jo
and Amy's the artistic ho'
Spoiler Alert! There's a death
of piano-playing Beth
Meg's the oldest, Louisa May said so
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
From where is all those things stem
They don't believe, they think I am telling lies.
It's not the attractive power of my charms
Not even is it in the reach of my arms
They say it is maybe my lips
Or that it comes from my trips
It's unlikely they know I live in a farm
Women themselves have wondered what they see in me.
But they cannot touch my inner mystery
When I try to show it to them
Telling that I am not a gem
They dismiss it, they say they still cannot see
Dorian's look was all the rage
they say that man just doesn't age
Then we found a portrait in his attic
we broke it up, his line went static
he got much older, but no more sage
