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slowmotion
Quite dreadful
- Location
- lost somewhere
Piemaster
Guru
- Location
- UK City of Culture
slowmotion
Quite dreadful
- Location
- lost somewhere
Rosalina, a pretty young lass,
Had a truly magnificent ass,
Not rounded and pink,
As you possibly think-
It was grey, had long ears, and ate grass.
Had a truly magnificent ass,
Not rounded and pink,
As you possibly think-
It was grey, had long ears, and ate grass.
OP
OP
Fab Foodie
hanging-on in quiet desperation ...
- Location
- Kirton, Devon.
Short, but not lacking emotion ....
I can across this one recently and like the story of the journey that it tells:
Stranger with the pile of luggage
Proudly labelled 'for Portree',
How I wish this night of August
I were you and you were me!
Think of all that lies before you
When the train goes sliding forth.
And the lines athwart the sunset
Lead you swiftly to the North!
Think of breakfast at Kingussie,
Think of high Drumochter Pass.
Think of highland breezes singing
Through the bracken and the grass.
Scabious blue and yellow daisy,
Tender fern beside the train,
Rowdy Tummmel falling, brawling,
Seen and lost and glimpsed again!
You will pass my golden roadway
Of the days of long ago:
Will you realise the magic
Of the names I used to know;
Clachnaharry, Achnashellash,
Achnasheen and Duirinish?
Ev'ry moor alive with coveys,
Every pool aboil with fish;
Every well remembered vista
More exciting by the mile
Till the wheeling gulls are screaming
Round the engine at the Kyle
Think of cloud on Bheinn na Cailleach,
Jagged Cuillins soaring high
Scent of peat and all the glamour
Of the misty Isle of Skye!
I don't completely approve of why he's going to Skye, though. But I'll post the last verse all the same.
Rods and gun case in the carriage,
Wise retriever in the van;
Go, and good luck travel with you!
(Wish I'd half your luck, my man!)
by A.M. Harbord.
(I have no idea who A.M. Harbord was).
Stranger with the pile of luggage
Proudly labelled 'for Portree',
How I wish this night of August
I were you and you were me!
Think of all that lies before you
When the train goes sliding forth.
And the lines athwart the sunset
Lead you swiftly to the North!
Think of breakfast at Kingussie,
Think of high Drumochter Pass.
Think of highland breezes singing
Through the bracken and the grass.
Scabious blue and yellow daisy,
Tender fern beside the train,
Rowdy Tummmel falling, brawling,
Seen and lost and glimpsed again!
You will pass my golden roadway
Of the days of long ago:
Will you realise the magic
Of the names I used to know;
Clachnaharry, Achnashellash,
Achnasheen and Duirinish?
Ev'ry moor alive with coveys,
Every pool aboil with fish;
Every well remembered vista
More exciting by the mile
Till the wheeling gulls are screaming
Round the engine at the Kyle
Think of cloud on Bheinn na Cailleach,
Jagged Cuillins soaring high
Scent of peat and all the glamour
Of the misty Isle of Skye!
I don't completely approve of why he's going to Skye, though. But I'll post the last verse all the same.
Rods and gun case in the carriage,
Wise retriever in the van;
Go, and good luck travel with you!
(Wish I'd half your luck, my man!)
by A.M. Harbord.
(I have no idea who A.M. Harbord was).
there is no fairer than McGinty
his eyes are clear, his breath is minty
his thighs are fine
his abs divine
if only his wood weren't splint'ry
(it helps to know he's in the timber trade)
The poem read out by Luke Wright on Radio 5 wasn't The Toll (despite him telling me it was). Apologies. It was this...
http://www.lukewright.co.uk/a12/
his eyes are clear, his breath is minty
his thighs are fine
his abs divine
if only his wood weren't splint'ry
(it helps to know he's in the timber trade)
The poem read out by Luke Wright on Radio 5 wasn't The Toll (despite him telling me it was). Apologies. It was this...
http://www.lukewright.co.uk/a12/
GM
Legendary Member
- Location
- North of the river
A baby sardine saw his first submarine
He was scared so he looked through a peephole
"O come, come, come", said the sardine's mum
"It's only a tin full of people"!
I do like Spike Milligan's poems best.
He was scared so he looked through a peephole
"O come, come, come", said the sardine's mum
"It's only a tin full of people"!
I do like Spike Milligan's poems best.
Basil.B
Guru
- Location
- Oxfordshire
slowmotion
Quite dreadful
- Location
- lost somewhere
If you are raised on an entirely indigestible diet of Rabbie Burns, it's a quite reasonable position to take.
you wish
Saluki
World class procrastinator
- Location
- ...Norwich over the water.
I was always fond of;
Caesar ad sum iam forte
Brutus adarat
Caesar sic in omnibus
Brutus sic inat
Caesar ad sum iam forte
Brutus adarat
Caesar sic in omnibus
Brutus sic inat
