Tue, 6 May 2008 at 11:50 am
Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
There once was a horse-riding chap
Who took a trip in a cold snap
He stopped in the snow
But he soon had to go:
He was miles away from a nap.
Read the original poem
The Raven
There once was a girl named Lenore
And a bird and a bust and a door
And a guy with depression
And a whole lot of questions
And the bird always says “Nevermore.”
Read the original poem
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
There was an old father of Dylan
Who was seriously, mortally illin’
“I want,” Dylan said
“You to bitch till you’re dead.
“I’ll be cheesed if you kick it while chillin’.”
Read the original poem
I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud
There once was a poet named Will
Who tramped his way over a hill
And was speechless for hours
Over some stupid flowers
This was years before TV, but still.
Read the original poem
Footprints in the Sand
There was a man who, at low tide
Would walk with the Lord by his side
Jesus said “Now look back;
You’ll see one set of tracks.
That’s when you got a piggy-back ride.”
Read the original poem
Found over at Bad Gods. I added links to the original poems for reference.
charlax Says:
May 7th, 2008 at 12:04 pm
FabelFortyFive
FabelFortyFive
http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=896412&sitename=charlax&password=&poemoffset=0&displaypoem=t&item=poetry
CharlaXFabels
This Limmerick
There was an Old Lady she hailed from Nantucket
She carried her fish in a red paisley bucket
She wore her hair up in a honeybun
She thought it made her quite the looking young
The Pelican came with a busted wing
The Old Lady was trying to catch it
She chased and she chased and she chased it
She carried a stick made of glass
She has lippstick it is gloss
She applies it to snakes and scorpions
The glass stick not the lipp gloss
She makes a poor lump of it
The lipp gloss is read like two lips
Tulips is many and varied in hue
She walks in the way of the shrew
She carries her stick to save birds
The bird not the woman in the shoe
That was Old Mother Hubbard
She has tea in her cupboard
The Nantucket not Hubbard
She makes it in gold bullion cubes
The tea not the shoes
Millions of bags are hidden away
Shoe bags not tea bags
she has shoes for her children
Yes Hubbard
In the Cubbard
The teas are all black and some green
The shoes are all pink
Her children are blue
The Lady from Nan not the Shoe lady too
The dog eats better than the yew
A bone from the woman
Hubbard not Joan
There was an old woman from Nantucket
Joan Hubbard was from Shoe Rhode Island
She kept teas in the millions
The Nantucket lady not Hubbard
TJ Says:
May 8th, 2008 at 11:36 am
Wow. That was interesting.