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Jeremiah Jollyton
Friday, April 27th, 2007Jeremiah Jollyton, a saddened soul was he,
For in the town of Hempleton, he could not drink his tea.
Underneath the oceans mark, a thousand leagues below,
His water would not boil, for too great the pressure’s so.
Hempleton, the folks thereof, were mighty big and strong,
To live so far below the sea, to them, did not seem wrong,
The taps ran ice, from pressure high, four hundred pound per inch!
So great, those folks of Hempleton, that they felt their lives a cinch.
But when it comes to drinking tea, this is where they lack.
Perplexed, they think ideas grand, for this, they had a knack.
Then, thought Jeremiah, to a mountain high atop,
He shall boil his water there, if first his ears don’t pop!
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When Brother Goes Away
Thursday, April 26th, 2007(Dedicated to my wonderful children)
Little Monkey, Little Monkey, how will you be,
When your big Brother Monkey lives by the sea?
Little Monkey, Little Monkey, what will you say,
When your big Brother Monkey, isn’t here to play?
Little Monkey, Little Monkey, what will you do,
When your big Brother Monkey can’t watch over you?
Little Monkey, Little Monkey, how will you stand,
When your big Brother Monkey can’t hold your hand?
Little Monkey, Little Monkey, when your brother goes away,
We will all be so said, and we just all want to say,
We love you Brother Monkey, we hope you can stay.
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Candy Bazaar
Thursday, April 26th, 2007Dibbleplitz, Zinglesnaps, Cherryquips and pops,
That is what you’ll find in my candy shop.
Isles for miles, as far as you’ll see,
Rows of Quadknocks and Mud Jubilee.
Mucks are my favourite, and Pudd-Ducks are great,
But Whipsniller Fizzbats, I can hardly wait.
If your looking for Thungles, you’ll find them right there,
Behind the Pip Snacks and Faux Angel Hair.
If chewing Scums Gum is your greatest pleasure,
I sell it by the foot, so please, what’s your measure.
And for all those fine kids, who’s mom said they’re naughty,
I sell candied toothpaste to make your teeth rotty.
So girls and boys of all shapes and size,
Come in to my shop, you won’t believe your eyes.
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Wiggly Wumble
Wednesday, April 25th, 2007Wiggly Wumble, once did stumble, on his words one day,
Now you may feel, it’s no big deal, but him I did hear say,
On one sunny aft, an eastern draft, blowing his cares away,
Wumble said, “My dear friend Fred, would you like to play?”,
Fred replied, like the swelling tide, “What would you like to do?”,
“I don’t quite care, but I do declare, it should be something new,”
“I must agree,” said Fred with glee, “ideas, I have a few.”
“As do I,” Wiggly shan’t deny, “I’d like to chew your shoe.”
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The Stowaway
Wednesday, April 25th, 2007Upon my head fell a yellow leaf,
Stowed away as an autumn thief.
Wet and soggy from last night rain,
To wet and sog and rain my brain.
Plucking off the leaf though dead,
Seemed full of life upon my head.
From death it gave no life or essence
But did, to me, give joy and presence.
Did it give it’s life for me,
It’s cozy spot high in the tree,
Or was it for a greater good,
To colour up the neighborhood,
So all my friends would feel as I,
Glad these leaves had caught their eye.
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