But liquor
Is quicker
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Higgledy piggledy, my black hen,
Gentlemen come every dayTo count what my black hen doth lay.If perchance she lays too many,They fine my hen a pretty penny;If perchance she fails to lay,The gentlemen a bonus pay.Mumbledy pumbledy, my red cow,She’s cooperating now.At first she didn’t understandThat milk production must be planned;She didn’t understand at firstShe either had to plan or…
Senescence begins
The day your descendentsOutnumber your friends.
To keep your marriage brimming
Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;Whenever you’re right, shut up.
The solitary huntsman
But midnight black from cap to spurUpon his midnight mare.He drones a tuneless jingleIn lieu of tally-ho:“I’ll catch a foxAnd put him in a boxAnd never let him go.”The solitary huntsman,He follows silent hounds.No horn proclaims his joyless sport,And never a hoofbeat sounds.His hundred hounds, his thousands,Their master’s will they know:To catch a foxAnd put…
Now another day is breaking,
Dear Lord, I promised you last nightNever again to sulk or fight.Such vows are easier to keepWhen a child is sound asleep.Today, O Lord, for your dear sake,I’ll try to keep them when awake.
The people upstairs all practise ballet
Their bedroom is full of conducted tours.Their radio is louder than yours,They celebrate week-ends all the week.When they take a shower, your ceilings leak.They try to get their parties to mixBy supplying their guests with Pogo sticks,And when their fun at last abates,They go to the bathroom on roller skates.I would love the people upstairs…
But liquor
Is quicker.
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There was a young belle of Natchez
When comment aroseOn the state of her clothes,She drawled, When Ah itchez, Ah scratchez!
Foreigners are people somewhere else,
If the place you’re atIs your habitat,You’re a foreigner, say in Rome.But the scales of Justice balance true,And tit leads into tat,So the man who’s at homeWhen he stays in RomeIs abroad when he’s where you’re at.When we leave the limits of the land in whichOur birth certificates sat us,It does not meanJust a change…
Celery, raw
But celery, stewed,Is more quietly chewed.
I think that I shall never see
Indeed, unless the billboards fallI’ll never see a tree at all.
I sit in the dusk. I am all alone.
A parent is easily beguiledBy sight of this coniferous child.The friendly embers warmer gleam,The cone begins to drip ice cream.Cones are composed of many a vitamin.My lap is not the place to bitamin.Although my raiment is not chinchilla,I flinch to see it become vanilla.Coniferous child, when vanilla meltsI’d rather it melted somewhere else.Exit child with…
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Candy,
The velvet sweetness,
Of sugarcane fibre that’s full of richness.
Be wary though,
Too much candy can hurt you thorough.
Candy,
The devil’s mallet,
The cause of the hole in your wallet.
Candies are dangerous,
Try at your own risk.
Don’t say I never warned you
You were to obstinate to be warned
If you’re not wary,
You’ll be sorry.
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Fiary Land I by William Shakespeare
OVER hill, over dale,Thorough bush, thorough brier,Over park, over pale,Thorough flood, thorough fire,I do wander everywhere,Swifter than the moone’s sphere;And I serve the fairy queen,To dew her orbs upon the green:The cowslips tall her pensioners be;In their gold coats spots you see;Those be rubies, fairy favours,In those freckles live their savours:I must go seek some…
The Door In The Dark – Poem by Robert Frost
In going from room to room in the dark,I reached out blindly to save my face,But neglected, however lightly, to laceMy fingers and close my arms in an arc.A slim door got in past my guard,And hit me a blow in the head so hardI had my native simile jarred.So people and things don’t pair…
When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought (Sonnet 30) by William Shakespeare
When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things past,I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe,And moan…
Some Say That Ever Gainst That Season Comes (Hamlet, Act I, Scene I) by William Shakespeare
Marcellus to Horatio and Bernardo, after seeing the Ghost, Some say that ever gainst that season comesWherein our Saviour’s birth is celebrated,This bird of dawning singeth all night long;And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,So hallow’d and so…
Sonnet Xci by William Shakespeare
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,Some in their wealth, some in their bodies’ force,Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill,Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse;And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure,Wherein it finds a joy above the rest:But these particulars are not my measure;All these I better in…
The Tuft Of Flowers – Poem by Robert Frost
I went to turn the grass once after oneWho mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew was gone that made his blade so keenBefore I came to view the levelled scene. I looked for him behind an isle of trees;I listened for his whetstone on the breeze. But he had gone his…