Page 14 of 23 FirstFirst ... 41213141516 ... LastLast
Results 131 to 140 of 224

Thread: Poetry Corner

  1. #131
    My ballsack is half full Üser Friendly's Avatar
    Join Date
    Jan 1970
    Posts
    6,367


    Yes | No

    Default

    Quote Originally Posted by Mein NoB View Post
    Terrible.
    It's blank verse infidel!
    die dümmsten Bauern haben die dicksten Kartoffeln

  2. #132
    My ballsack is half full Üser Friendly's Avatar
    Join Date
    Jan 1970
    Posts
    6,367


    Yes | No

    Default

    "This is the house that Jack built..."
    by Mother Goose

    This is the house that Jack built.

    This is the malt
    That lay in the house that Jack built.

    This is the rat,
    That ate the malt
    That lay in the house that Jack built.

    This is the cat,
    That killed the rat,
    That ate the malt
    That lay in the house that Jack built.

    This is the dog,
    That worried the cat,
    That killed the rat,
    That ate the malt
    That lay in the house that Jack built.

    This is the cow with the crumpled horn,
    That tossed the dog,
    That worried the cat,
    That killed the rat,
    That ate the malt
    That lay in the house that Jack built.

    This is the maiden all forlorn,
    That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
    That tossed the dog,
    That worried the cat,
    That killed the rat,
    That ate the malt
    That lay in the house that Jack built.

    This is the man all tattered and torn,
    That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
    That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
    That tossed the dog,
    That worried the cat,
    That killed the rat,
    That ate the malt
    That lay in the house that Jack built.

    This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
    That married the man all tattered and torn,
    That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
    That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
    That tossed the dog,
    That worried the cat,
    That killed the rat,
    That ate the malt
    That lay in the house that Jack built.

    This is the cock that crowed in the morn,
    That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
    That married the man all tattered and torn,
    That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
    That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
    That tossed the dog,
    That worried the cat,
    That killed the rat,
    That ate the malt
    That lay in the house that Jack built.

    This is the farmer sowing his corn,
    That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
    That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
    That married the man all tattered and torn,
    That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
    That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
    That tossed the dog,
    That worried the cat,
    That killed the rat,
    That ate the malt
    That lay in the house that Jack built.
    die dümmsten Bauern haben die dicksten Kartoffeln

  3. #133
    not long for this world nihilist's Avatar
    Join Date
    Dec 2002
    Posts
    36,605


    Yes | No

    Default

    Sing us Bold Sir Reilus, Doofa

  4. #134
    My ballsack is half full Üser Friendly's Avatar
    Join Date
    Jan 1970
    Posts
    6,367


    Yes | No

    Default

    I am unfamiliar with this cultural referance
    die dümmsten Bauern haben die dicksten Kartoffeln

  5. #135
    not long for this world nihilist's Avatar
    Join Date
    Dec 2002
    Posts
    36,605


    Yes | No

    Default

    Jacques the leg?

  6. #136
    your avatar gives me epiliptic fits Adouglasmhor's Avatar
    Join Date
    Nov 2006
    Posts
    6,508


    Yes | No

    Default

    Shillin' a Day

    By Rudyard Kipling



    My name is O'Kelly, I've heard the Revelly
    From Birr to Bareilly, from Leeds to Lahore,
    Hong-Kong and Peshawur,
    Lucknow and Etawah,
    And fifty-five more all endin' in "pore".
    Black Death and his quickness, the depth and the thickness,
    Of sorrow and sickness I've known on my way,
    But I'm old and I'm nervis,
    I'm cast from the Service,
    And all I deserve is a shillin' a day.
    (Chorus) Shillin' a day,
    Bloomin' good pay --
    Lucky to touch it, a shillin' a day!

    Oh, it drives me half crazy to think of the days I
    Went slap for the Ghazi, my sword at my side,
    When we rode Hell-for-leather
    Both squadrons together,
    That didn't care whether we lived or we died.
    But it's no use despairin', my wife must go charin'
    An' me commissairin' the pay-bills to better,
    So if me you be'old
    In the wet and the cold,
    By the Grand Metropold, won't you give me a letter?
    (Full chorus) Give 'im a letter --
    'Can't do no better,
    Late Troop-Sergeant-Major an' -- runs with a letter!
    Think what 'e's been,
    Think what 'e's seen,
    Think of his pension an' ----

    GAWD SAVE THE QUEEN.
    Don’t say, “It’s been a good day” till sundown.
    Don’t say, “She’s a good wife” till she’s buried.
    Don’t say, “It’s a good sword” till you’ve tested it.
    Don’t say, “She’s a good girl” till she’s married off.
    Don’t say, “The ice is safe” till you’ve crossed it.
    Don’t say, “The beer is good” till you’ve drunk the last of it.

    From Hávamál, a Norse poem

  7. #137
    not long for this world nihilist's Avatar
    Join Date
    Dec 2002
    Posts
    36,605


    1
    Yes | No

    Default


    Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kJIWbxnLDao

    The lyrics I learned as a kid were:

    SIR RYLAS
    Bold Sir Rylas a-hunting went
    Aye and dan dilly dan
    Bold Sir Rylas a-hunting went
    Killy killy koko an
    Bold Sir Rylas a-hunting went
    To shoot some game was his intent
    With an aye and an and dilly dan
    Killy killy koko an

    He saw a wild woman sat in a tree,"
    Good lord, what brings you here?"said she

    There is a wild boar in this wood
    He'll eat your flesh and drink your blood

    What must I do this boar to see?
    Just blow your horn, he'll come to thee

    He put his horn up to his mouth
    He blew it east north west and south

    The wild boar heard him in it's den
    And out he come with his children ten

    They fought it up that long summer's day
    Till that wild boar would fain run away

    Well, now you've killed my boar said she
    There are three things I ask of thee
    Your horse, your hound, and your fair lady

    Well now I've killed your boar, said he
    There's nothing more you'll have from me
    Not my horse and my hound and my fair lady

    He split her head down to her chin
    You should have seen her kick and grin
    Last edited by nihilist; 20th March 14 at 02:22 AM.

  8. #138
    Senior Member AAAAAA's Avatar
    Join Date
    Sep 2009
    Posts
    3,446


    Yes | No

    Default

    Radio is airing all of Shakespeare's sonnets throughout a month, in original and translated (well). It's really nice.

    Sonnet 128
    How oft when thou, my music, music play’st,
    Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
    With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway’st
    The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
    Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap,
    To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
    Whilst my poor lips which should that harvest reap,
    At the wood’s boldness by thee blushing stand!
    To be so tickled, they would change their state
    And situation with those dancing chips,
    O’er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
    Making dead wood more bless’d than living lips.
    Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
    Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.
    - Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is Forever.

  9. #139
    your avatar gives me epiliptic fits Adouglasmhor's Avatar
    Join Date
    Nov 2006
    Posts
    6,508


    Yes | No

    Default

    Don’t say, “It’s been a good day” till sundown.
    Don’t say, “She’s a good wife” till she’s buried.
    Don’t say, “It’s a good sword” till you’ve tested it.
    Don’t say, “She’s a good girl” till she’s married off.
    Don’t say, “The ice is safe” till you’ve crossed it.
    Don’t say, “The beer is good” till you’ve drunk the last of it.

    From Hávamál, a Norse poem

  10. #140
    Quote Originally Posted by Cullion View Post
    Trump can't actually win an election.. can he ?
    Quote Originally Posted by MerkinMuffly View Post
    Short answer is no.
    Quote Originally Posted by Cullion View Post
    I think you're right here.

Tags for this Thread

Posting Permissions

  • You may not post new threads
  • You may not post replies
  • You may not post attachments
  • You may not edit your posts
  •  
◮ Top