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National Poetry Day...

**helen****helen** Mod malarkistPosts: 9,235 Listening Ear
So, it's today and I'd usually go and do something, but this year have failed miserably...

But, I have been thinking about limericks and I know you guys :heart: them ;)

There was a lovely lady called Meg, who discovered a magical egg
She cracked open the shell, then cast a magic spell
So she could fly and bounce around on one leg.

(For MeganM)

Your turn!

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  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    (for Rubberskin the foodie)


    Recipe for Salad:
    To make this condiment, your poet begs
    The pounded yellow of two hard-boiled eggs
    Two boiled potatoes, passed through kitchen-sieve
    Smoothness and softness to the salad give

    Let onion atoms lurk within the bowl
    And, half suspected, animate the whole
    Of mordant mustard add a single spoon
    Distrust the condiment that bites so soon;
    But deem it not, thou man of herbs, a fault
    To add a double quantity of salt
    And lastly, o'er the flavoured compound toss
    A magic soup-spoon of anchovy sauce
    Oh, green and glorious! Oh herbacious treat!
    "T would tempt the dying anchorite to eat
    Back to the world he'd turn his fleeting soul
    And plunge his fingers in the salad bowl!
    Serenely full, the epicure would say
    Fate can not harm me, I have dined to-day!

    by Sydney Smith
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    There was a young woman named Helen,
    So I decided to rhyme her name with Magellan,
    Though this rhyme isn't that good,
    She's so nice, she understood.
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    aww

    There once was a young man named Mr G
    Who professed to be terribly twee
    He went to join the army,
    And luckily came to no harmy
    And now he's enjoying his leave.
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    As found when reading the graffiti on the common room walls today

    This wall is red
    The other one's blue
    This poem is pointless
    Poo.

    They're painting the walls this weekend, RIP the poem!

    Nina x
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Haiku's are easy
    But they don't always make sense
    refrigerator
  • ReenaReena Fanatical Poster Posts: 1,375 The Mix Regular
    Not very good, but here we go:

    How sweetly sing the trees,
    As the pitter patter of rain tease,
    How sweetly sing the trees,
    Along with the buzzing of the bees.
    How sweetly goes their song,
    In the hot summer sun,
    How sweetly goes their song,
    In the days short and long.
    How silent they cry,
    As the wind rushes by,
    How silent they cry,
    Reaching far into the sky.

    :heart: xx :heart:
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Ok, this isn't great, but here goes...

    There was a young lady called hmmm7
    Who would drink a cuppa or seven
    When she got cold
    A cuppa she would hold
    Then she would feel like she's in heaven.
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Fiend_85 wrote: »
    Haiku's are easy
    But they don't always make sense
    refrigerator

    keke :D
  • **helen****helen** Mod malarkist Posts: 9,235 Listening Ear
    G-Raffe wrote: »
    There was a young woman named Helen,
    So I decided to rhyme her name with Magellan,
    Though this rhyme isn't that good,
    She's so nice, she understood.

    :lol: Brilliant!
  • **helen****helen** Mod malarkist Posts: 9,235 Listening Ear
    I'm really like all of them - Bre's limerick, Fiend's Haiku and Reena's - it could be a lullaby :heart:

    Funny that you found that graffiti poem Nina - now you've immortalised it by posting on these boards :d

    clementine - adore the word harmy in your limerick for G!

    AND...you recipe for RS reminded me of a poem I wrote yonks ago. Not my best work, but here it is:

    Poetry Pie

    See how I’ve spread out the fresh words on the worktop

    Some solid nouns for our base, essential half-rhyme
    and a sprinkling of verbs to spice-up the taste.

    We’ll dust the surface with flowery expressions
    Then take a pinch of personification

    Combined with metaphors to be stirred
    And sifted into a crumbly composition

    Sprinkles of alliteration, help mould in good measure so that it all clumps together

    Ready to be rolled; we’ll knead in the beats briefly until it’s firm but not over-worked.

    Now we’ll need to leave it, just for thirty minutes, to stop it shrinking
    And to stop us overthinking.

    Meanwhile, we’ll prepare the middle filling with some full-flavoured verse
    Adding hearty cuts of the finest lines placed in a large pot of churned up words.

    Finally we’ll add stock to the stanzas
    Ready to combine with the rest and bake till it’s golden

    Time is ticking and we don’t want it to burn
    I’m ready with my hands padded by punctuation to lift our creation

    Stop and take in the sounds wafting from the stove. It’s going to be a taste sensation, a pie to eat slowly, savouring each sentence’s slice.
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    I like it helen especially 'add stock to the stanzas' but it's actually weirdly making me feel very hungry!
  • ReenaReena Fanatical Poster Posts: 1,375 The Mix Regular
    **helen** wrote: »
    I'm really like all of them - Bre's limerick, Fiend's Haiku and Reena's - it could be a lullaby :heart:

    Awww, thanks hun xx.
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    THE BLIND MEN AND THE ELEPHANT - John Godfrey Saxe


    It was six men of Indostan
    To learning much inclined,
    Who went to see the Elephant
    (Though all of them were blind),
    That each by observation
    Might satisfy his mind.

    The First approach'd the Elephant,
    And happening to fall
    Against his broad and sturdy side,
    At once began to bawl:
    "God bless me! but the Elephant
    Is very like a wall!"

    The Second, feeling of the tusk,
    Cried, -"Ho! what have we here
    So very round and smooth and sharp?
    To me 'tis mighty clear
    This wonder of an Elephant
    Is very like a spear!"

    The Third approached the animal,
    And happening to take
    The squirming trunk within his hands,
    Thus boldly up and spake:
    "I see," quoth he, "the Elephant
    Is very like a snake!"

    The Fourth reached out his eager hand,
    And felt about the knee.
    "What most this wondrous beast is like
    Is mighty plain," quoth he,
    "'Tis clear enough the Elephant
    Is very like a tree!"

    The Fifth, who chanced to touch the ear,
    Said: "E'en the blindest man
    Can tell what this resembles most;
    Deny the fact who can,
    This marvel of an Elephant
    Is very like a fan!"

    The Sixth no sooner had begun
    About the beast to grope,
    Then, seizing on the swinging tail
    That fell within his scope,
    "I see," quoth he, "the Elephant
    Is very like a rope!"

    And so these men of Indostan
    Disputed loud and long,
    Each in his own opinion
    Exceeding stiff and strong,
    Though each was partly in the right,
    And all were in the wrong!

    MORAL.

    So oft in theologic wars,
    The disputants, I ween,
    Rail on in utter ignorance
    Of what each other mean,
    And prate about an Elephant
    Not one of them has seen!
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    There once was a bunch of chatters,
    That sat on their computers like mad hatters,
    They had no social lives,
    A few of them had wives and they all looked after one another like people do at football matches.

    (Okay that was really really bad but fook it!) :D:heart:
  • **helen****helen** Mod malarkist Posts: 9,235 Listening Ear
    MeganM wrote: »
    There once was a bunch of chatters,
    That sat on their computers like mad hatters,
    They had no social lives,
    A few of them had wives and they all looked after one another like people do at football matches.

    (Okay that was really really bad but fook it!) :D:heart:

    Bravo :hyper:
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Walking around in central London as the Tube becomes a bore,
    Realising that the city is alive with sounds and sights galore,
    The crowd entertainers, the one man flashmob, the little things in life,
    Kind of help you forget why you came here, to relax away from strife.

    The busier a city is, the easier it is to become lost within,
    Just sitting there and letting the world go by is a good place to begin,
    I'm sure of where I've come from, not quite sure of how I'm here,
    Though even in London, like the rats, you're always within 100ft of someone sincere
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    I know the day has passed, but I would like to share this brilliant poem from ella! and hopefully we can keep the poetry coming all year round... :D
    The internet is a wonderful thing
    To not know of it is a sin
    It's home to a place called TheSite
    The advice given is nearly always right
    There's debating
    And a little bit of creating
    Plus the chats
    Where you can get sympathetic pats
    If you have a bad day
    TheSite is just a click away
    So thank you for being here
    I'm giving you a virtual cheer

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