Poems as they should be writ

Poems as they should be writ

Postby Daffyd » Thu Jul 13, 2006 9:26 pm

Poems....Poems as they should be writ
Poems....There is no better form of wit
Poems....As in days gone by
Poems....Gwan mate give it a try.....
Poems....By an old pal o' mine
Poems....With a laugh a line
Poems....From a bygone day
Poems....Try writing them....this way.


It were just striking tea-time, last Tuesday but two,
When the chap from next door gave a knock.
He said, "Quick!"
I said, "Where?"
He said, "Here!"
I said, "Who?"
He said, "You!"
I said, "Cripes... That's a shock."
Upstairs on his landing, where both of us flew,
Was his wardrobe jammed tight in the door.
Well, we pushed it and shoved it but all we could do
Was to wedge the thing more than before.
We hammered the doors off and hacked out the drawers
But it wouldn't go anywhere near.
Then at midnight we heard a 'rat tat' and a pause
And a voice shouted, "What's all this 'ere?"
It was Constable Bright, he said, "What's all this din?"
He said, "Come on, it's not very nice."
Then he took in the scene, tucked in his chin
And said, "Listen now, take my advice."
He said, "Try it the other way 'round."
He said, "Try it but don't make a sound.
"If I hear one squeak... if you so much as speak,
"I shall have you inside for the rest of the week."
As it lifted it jarred on the paintwork
Rasped out as clear as could be.
He said, "Caught ya!" and laughed... I said, "Don't be daft...
"It's those onions I had for my tea."
I said, "Try it the other way 'round
"There's a way and it's got to be found."
Said the copper, "That's true... push 'ard and you too,
"And I'll whip out me truncheon and lever it through."
Well the wardrobe went in like a charmer
Said my neighbour, "It's in, there's no doubt,
"We could put up the flag but there's only one snag
"I've been struggling to get the thing out!"
The Constable got on his bike in disgust
And by taking the wardrobe apart,
The two of us pushed and we shoved and we just
Got it wedged like it was at the start.
It was dawn when the man from next door paid a call
"This brickwork's too flimsy!" he said.
"And by banging that wardrobe so hard on the wall...
"You keep knocking my wife out of bed!!!"
He said, "Try it the other way 'round,
"There's a theory I'd like to propound
"If we all get inside... with the weight it might slide
"And I think you might find, you'll get quite a nice ride."
"Oh, I can't live with this!" said the neighbour
"It's a fact I'd be willing to prove."
He said, "Is it wedged tight?"
I said, "Yes!"
He said, "Right!"
"Let's leave it... I'll bloody well move!!!"


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Daffyd
 

Postby Josieclick » Thu Jul 13, 2006 10:07 pm

Pardon.......

On Brighton beach some time ago
A boatman by the name of Joe,
Looked up and in amazement saw
A mermaid washed up on the shore.
His eyes bulged as without delay
She rose, and shaking off some spray
Proceeded to remove her tail,
And put same in a near-by pail;
Joe was astounded, rubbed his eyes,
The mermaid then to his surprise
Said in a foreign voice "Ah, oui!
Monsieur, I do not like ze sea!"
From where before her tail had been,
A pair of shapely limbs were seen,
And Joe said "Cripes, this is a case!"
And could not look her in the face.
She said to Joe "Let's get away!
I'm sick of seeing waves and spray
Like jelly wobbling up and down,
Monsieur, let's go and see ze town?."
Joe's blushes matched his ginger hair
For mermaids have no clothes to wear!
He muttered "I shall get it strong
If Watch Committee come along."
Quite a few people stopped to smirk
A newsboy shouted out, "Nice work!"
Some more collected - quite a jam
Watched them about to board a tram.
The tram conductor watched them come,
Then said to Joe "Oi, nark it, chum!"
Joe said to him, quiet as can be,
"She's just a mermaid from the sea.
The tram-man said "Oh, yus, old bean!
And what are you - the fairy queen?"
A policeman quickly hove in view,
Took out his book, said "What's to do?"
The mermaid glanced and said "I guess
I love your Engleesch policemen - yes!"
Sad to relate this copper brave
Fell for her charms, became her slave,
And leaving poor Joe in the lurch
Married the cop in Brighton church.
All she left Joe was the pail
Containing her discarded tail!
Joe, sore at being left so flat,
Gave it to the lodger's cat. 8)
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Postby Monsy » Fri Jul 14, 2006 9:13 am

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Postby Daffyd » Wed Nov 29, 2006 3:20 pm

At this time of year we have a different style of poetry......

Christmas Is Remembering



The road to Santa Claus,
The blessed time of childhood
That meant so much. . . because
It held the tinseled magic
Of fairyland array,
When all the world was laughter. . .
And life was only play.
Christmas is remembering. . .
A tree ablaze with light,
The family gathered closely
And knowing deep delight.
Exchanging gifts and sharing,
The gaiety and song
That star the festive season. . .
Each time it comes along.
Christmas is remembering. . .
Our friends who're far and near,
By giving and receiving. . .
A season always dear.
The mistletoe and holly,
As scarlet tapers glow,
The Christ Child in a manger. . .
So very long ago.

By Hilda Butler Farr
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