God made all of the Earth.
And everything of any worth.
Then Eve ate a fruit,
And He gave them the boot.
Now women must suffer through birth.
Merlin had a stone and a sword.
Thus Arthur became England's lord.
But he was betrayed,
When Guinevere strayed,
And by his son Mordred was gored.
A lad with the wherewithal
To stare in the flames and let fall
What the Dark Lord had sought,
Over which men had faught:
The One Ring to rule them all.
Paul went to Dune as the heir,
But became Duke while there.
They were betrayed by Yueh,
The Fremen were Paul's buoy,
And defeated the Emporer in his lair.
Ozymandius ruled all the land
And built idols exceedingly grand
what he just couldnt see
S'how hed gain entropy
till all that was left was just sand
With the death of poor Sam Mcgee
Left just his corpsickle and me
So a pledge made in ernest
had me stoke up a furnace
and Send Sam up the chimney
Jenny Joseph - Warning
I'll wear purple when I'm old and grey
And with my stick on the railings I'll play
But for now I'm not old
And must do as I'm told
But I'll do something strange anyway!
Duncan a king wise and fair
Put his trust in a bit of a lair
Macduff, a good thane
Came to bleak Dunsinane
So Macbeth met his nemesis there.
Heck I've just noticed this thread! Blimey O'Riley
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen......
The church bell rang out in the twilight
The cows waddled home to their shed
The ploughman, don't mind him
Was not far behind 'em
And me, I'd as soon been in bed
The cufew tolled day would soon pass
The cattle stopped munching the grass
The ploughman, in wellies
Went home to his telly
But I just sat there on my ass
The Charge of the Light Brigade
Six hundred went off at a trot
To see what the Russians had got
Alas, too bloody late
They discovered their fate
All men and most horses got shot
spikepipsqueak wrote:Duncan a king wise and fair
Put his trust in a bit of a lair
Macduff, a good thane
Came to bleak Dunsinane
So Macbeth met his nemesis there.
Snorkle!!! (And welcome to A2k!)
McTag wrote:Heck I've just noticed this thread! Blimey O'Riley
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen......
The church bell rang out in the twilight
The cows waddled home to their shed
The ploughman, don't mind him
Was not far behind 'em
And me, I'd as soon been in bed
Yay!!!
And...you even know what a poem, and a limerick, is.
Quote:you even know what a poem, and a limerick, is.
Not usually touchy, but if that is a reprimand, I thought it was agreed earlier in the thread that it didn't have to be a poem?
Finding my way, won't do it again.
spikepipsqueak wrote:Quote:you even know what a poem, and a limerick, is.
Not usually touchy, but if that is a reprimand, I thought it was agreed earlier in the thread that it didn't have to be a poem?
Finding my way, won't do it again.
NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
NOT a reprimand!!!!!!!!
The opposite!!!!
So many people do not understand the rules of limericking, elastic as they are, and do not write limericks at all.....it drives me nuts.
You and McTag both DO understand.
It was also lovely to see someone making a limerick of another's poem, rather than writing screeds of their own poetry (for which there are other threads, thank you.)
I had given up on this thread in frustration, and then you and McTag woke it up.
Thank you!!!
Also, you can kind of see Macbeth as a poem, since it is written in blank verse, and even, at times, in rhyme.
:wink:
dlowan wrote:McTag wrote:The cufew tolled day would soon pass
The cattle stopped munching the grass
The ploughman, in wellies
Went home to his telly
But I just sat there on my ass
What poem is this?
Isn't it from Gray's Elegy?
Quote:THE Curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Francis wrote:dlowan wrote:McTag wrote:The cufew tolled day would soon pass
The cattle stopped munching the grass
The ploughman, in wellies
Went home to his telly
But I just sat there on my ass
What poem is this?
Isn't it from Gray's Elegy?
Quote:THE Curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
"Elegy Written In
A Country Church-Yard"......yeppers...but the
"Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air"
is a famous quote therefrom.
Yes, that's why,
More often than not I have seen
The waste of destiny it has been
For beautiful ladies behind burkas
To end their lives on the scene
Of some lousy cabaret in Las Vegas.
Since not everyone is familiar with British literature, and we don't always have a Frenchman present to interpret, :wink: , let's try
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
.William Wordsworth,
Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802
The poet looked out on the river
The view from there caused him to shiver
The city, at dawn
Just went on and on
So he went home to breakfast: some liver
