Poet's Corner
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#1 Poet's Corner
Tuning dials backlit, glowing Hilversum polished walnut.
Cocoa Ovaltine, far away announcers Luxembourg.
Lavender wax warmth rising, hot dust, record on.
Up click drop scrape rumble, Matt Monro,
On days like these, We're gonna change the world.
Hum valves Light Programme Saturday Club,
Bernard Hermann and the NDO.
Coal fire, black print, fretwork, loose cloth ripples,
Fadeout, lights out, tick-tock wall clock cool down, sleep valves,
Sleep child, sleep tight night night.
Cocoa Ovaltine, far away announcers Luxembourg.
Lavender wax warmth rising, hot dust, record on.
Up click drop scrape rumble, Matt Monro,
On days like these, We're gonna change the world.
Hum valves Light Programme Saturday Club,
Bernard Hermann and the NDO.
Coal fire, black print, fretwork, loose cloth ripples,
Fadeout, lights out, tick-tock wall clock cool down, sleep valves,
Sleep child, sleep tight night night.
Sgt. Baker started talkin’ with a Bullhorn in his hand.
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#2
It must be done,
It must be done,
So out of the window he stuck his bum.
A Policeman in his usual place,
Mistook it for a Burglar's face,
"Come down, come down, come down" he cried'...
Whalopy Dollopy! Right in the eye.
It must be done,
So out of the window he stuck his bum.
A Policeman in his usual place,
Mistook it for a Burglar's face,
"Come down, come down, come down" he cried'...
Whalopy Dollopy! Right in the eye.
"The fat bourgeois and his doppelganger"
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#3
Allotments
Lifting through the broken clouds there shot
A searching beam of golden sunset-shine.
It swept the town allotments, plot by plot,
And all the digging clerks became divine -
Stood up like heroes with their spades of brass
Turning the ore that made the realms of Spain!
So shone they for a moment. Then, alas!
The cloud-rift closed; and they were clerks again.
Richard Church (1893-1972)
Sgt. Baker started talkin’ with a Bullhorn in his hand.
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#4
I must go down to the sea again,
to the wonderful sea and sky.
I left my vest and socks there.
I wonder if they're dry?
Milligan
to the wonderful sea and sky.
I left my vest and socks there.
I wonder if they're dry?
Milligan
The world looks so different after learning science. For example, trees are made of air, primarily. When they are burned, they go back to air, and in their flaming heat is released the flaming heat of the Sun which was bound in to convert air into tree.
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#5 Re: Poet's Corner
Brilliant! You've neatly condensed the entire Edmundo Ros thread into ten lines!SteveTheShadow wrote:Tuning dials backlit, glowing Hilversum polished walnut.
Cocoa Ovaltine, far away announcers Luxembourg.
Lavender wax warmth rising, hot dust, record on.
Up click drop scrape rumble, Matt Monro,
On days like these, We're gonna change the world.
Hum valves Light Programme Saturday Club,
Bernard Hermann and the NDO.
Coal fire, black print, fretwork, loose cloth ripples,
Fadeout, lights out, tick-tock wall clock cool down, sleep valves,
Sleep child, sleep tight night night.
The world looks so different after learning science. For example, trees are made of air, primarily. When they are burned, they go back to air, and in their flaming heat is released the flaming heat of the Sun which was bound in to convert air into tree.
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#6
One One was a Race Horse,
Two Two was one too.
One One won a horse race.
Two Two won one too.
DTB
Two Two was one too.
One One won a horse race.
Two Two won one too.
DTB
"The fat bourgeois and his doppelganger"
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#7
I shoot the Hippopotamus
With bullets made of platinum,
Because if I use leaden ones
His hide is sure to flatten 'em...
Hilaire Belloc, "The Hippopotamus", The Bad Child's Book of Beasts (1896)
With bullets made of platinum,
Because if I use leaden ones
His hide is sure to flatten 'em...
Hilaire Belloc, "The Hippopotamus", The Bad Child's Book of Beasts (1896)
Vivitur ingenio, caetera mortis erunt
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#8
Higher up the Mountain Greener grows the Grass,
I saw an Elephant sliding on his...
Ask no questions tell no lies,
I saw a Monkey doing up his...
Flies are a nuisance, bee's are a pest,
Roundtree's Cocoa is the best.
I saw an Elephant sliding on his...
Ask no questions tell no lies,
I saw a Monkey doing up his...
Flies are a nuisance, bee's are a pest,
Roundtree's Cocoa is the best.
"The fat bourgeois and his doppelganger"
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#9
There was a young fellow named Hyde...
...who fell down a privy, and died...
His unfortunate brother...
...then fell down another,
And now, they're interred, side-by-side
Ta Da!
...who fell down a privy, and died...
His unfortunate brother...
...then fell down another,
And now, they're interred, side-by-side
Ta Da!
Vivitur ingenio, caetera mortis erunt
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#10
Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturitions are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles,
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and slipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't.
Thy micturitions are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles,
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and slipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't.
"The fat bourgeois and his doppelganger"
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#11
Much to my surprise, it's taken nine posts for the first Limerick to appear.
The world looks so different after learning science. For example, trees are made of air, primarily. When they are burned, they go back to air, and in their flaming heat is released the flaming heat of the Sun which was bound in to convert air into tree.
#12
Yo the bass
should it not be micturations?
should it not be micturations?
There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be
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#14
Double triode burning bright
In the amp of my delight
What forgotten Blackburn eye
Framed thy perfect symmetry?
In the amp of my delight
What forgotten Blackburn eye
Framed thy perfect symmetry?
The world looks so different after learning science. For example, trees are made of air, primarily. When they are burned, they go back to air, and in their flaming heat is released the flaming heat of the Sun which was bound in to convert air into tree.
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#15
"The Herring is a noble fish
to all disease inured
If taken ill while out at sea
- immediately he's cured ! "
(Spike Milligan )
to all disease inured
If taken ill while out at sea
- immediately he's cured ! "
(Spike Milligan )
"Once you find out ... the Circumstances ; then you can go out"