Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Surreysinger Date: 13 Apr 09 - 12:37 PM Les - that's a wondrous piece of confectionery! I didn't know that the Vogon Poetry generator existed... I can see oodles of fun filled moments looming on the horizon! |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 13 Apr 09 - 12:32 PM For what it's worth, I've retired from versification, but... Caitlin Rua Is no-but-a Straight-line ruler! |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Les from Hull Date: 13 Apr 09 - 09:41 AM See, see the loving sky Marvel at its big beige depths. Tell me, Maggie do you Wonder why the warthog ignores you? Why its foobly stare makes you feel tired. I can tell you, it is Worried by your fribulance facial growth That looks like A cheese. What's more, it knows Your bledge potting shed Smells of sprout. Everything under the big loving sky Asks why, why do you even bother? You only charm vinegars. from the Vogon Poetry Generator |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: caitlin rua Date: 13 Apr 09 - 09:27 AM __________ __________ __________ __________ Four lines from a lazy poet - |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: GUEST,JJ Date: 13 Apr 09 - 09:10 AM Admins delete my posts if you must but this is still BS and surely it belongs in that section. |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 13 Apr 09 - 05:21 AM Here's another kind of "blank verse," Don... Poem 14 of 230: NIGHT OR DAY?! In the far north of Sweden, A "Land of the Midnight Sun," A strange thing chanced upon me - And I'll tell you, just for fun. Got off a train late-morning (Had to catch same one next day) And trudged far to the Youth Hostel - Paying for a one-night stay. I spent the afternoon sightseeing, Then, after a latish dinner, Returned to my own small bedroom - The comfy bed proving a winner. For I soon dozed into dreamy sleep - Waking what was just two hours hence; But my watch was an analogue, And night or day I couldn't sense! I quickly packed all my things (My train an hour or thirteen on) And hurried out the bedroom - The bright sky a sneaky con. I wandered down the track a bit (The Hostel office empty), Before a smiling helpful local Did kindly enlighten me. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Dave Hanson Date: 13 Apr 09 - 03:12 AM Poem number 21.7 of 15 For the fourth time dull Daphnis said Chloe, You've told me my bosom is snowy, You've made such remark on, Each part of my person, NOW DO SOMETHING, There's a good boyhi. Dave H |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity Date: 13 Apr 09 - 02:39 AM I RIDE MY HARLEY by ME I ride my Harley Davidson, I ride it in the rain. I ride it all day long, till I don't even know my name. I rode it through the chicken's coop, up on Mabel's farm then I chased some cows...I wasn't doin' no harm. I rode it in formation, 'long with forty other dudes. I ride it when I'm snortin' coke, or when I'm doin' 'ludes I ride it to the corner store, and then I ride it back, my kidneys died, and I can't feel my sacroiliac. I ride it up two flights of stairs, when going to my house, my main squeeze left me the other day, called me a dirty louse. I ride my Harley every day, I ain't got off to shit, and now, I can't get off at all, because I'm stuck to it. Copyright 1985 |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: GUEST,Ralphie Date: 13 Apr 09 - 02:05 AM 2 Ys U R 2 Ys U B I C U R 2 Ys 4 ME |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Don Firth Date: 13 Apr 09 - 01:15 AM The following is a bit of blank verse: There was an old lady from Clyde, Ate a bushel of apples and died. The apples fermented Inside the lamented, And made cider inside her inside! Don Firth |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Ross Campbell Date: 12 Apr 09 - 10:53 PM As I was walkin' doon the road I met a coo - a bull, by Goad! |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Bee-dubya-ell Date: 12 Apr 09 - 09:54 PM There is a young named Walkabouts Verse His poems aren't great, but a Vogon's are worse |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Surreysinger Date: 12 Apr 09 - 08:29 PM I did - several times, but ..... |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: oldhippie Date: 12 Apr 09 - 08:16 PM There was one that went something like this: O sibili, si ergo for tibusses in ero Nobili, demis trux Si watts enim, kowes en dux Hint: read it out loud. |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Don Firth Date: 12 Apr 09 - 02:59 PM A gay young fellow named Bloom Took a lesbian up to his room. They argued all night Over who had the right To do what, and with which, and to whom. |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: VirginiaTam Date: 12 Apr 09 - 12:26 PM from my Mom when I was a kid. Of all the fishies in the seas My favourite is the bass He climbs upon the seaweed trees and slides down on his hands and knees Jeesh I didn't think I remembered that. Welcome back WaV |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 12 Apr 09 - 12:26 PM I'll keep in mind your plan, Van. And CB: say, e.g., I'm serving at 30-all and you hit a backhand winner off my serve - thus, you have a break point; now say you do the same at deuce - thus, you again have a break-point; and, thus, "'Thirty-all' is, in effect, 'deuce'" (above). |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Acorn4 Date: 12 Apr 09 - 09:58 AM Minimalism ' NO! |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: van lingle Date: 12 Apr 09 - 07:41 AM I eat my peas with honey, I've done it all my life, It makes the peas taste funny, But it keeps them on my knife. |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Dave Hanson Date: 12 Apr 09 - 07:12 AM Poem Number 11 of 300.00000000 an a bit Ooey Gooey was a worm, A silly worm was he, He went upon the railway line, The train he went to see, Ooey Gooey. Dave H |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Snuffy Date: 12 Apr 09 - 06:52 AM There was an old man who said "Damn. I have just realised that I am A being that moves In predestinate grooves. I'm not even a bus: I'm a streetcar." Perhaps the English version was better. |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Crow Sister (off with the fairies) Date: 12 Apr 09 - 06:32 AM Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair So he wazn't fuzzy waz 'e |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Lizzie Cornish 1 Date: 12 Apr 09 - 06:14 AM Happy Easter, David. |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: The Sandman Date: 12 Apr 09 - 05:43 AM thirty all is not deuce, I find your meaning obtuse, kind sir,take your pen,and with it, write your poem again. |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 12 Apr 09 - 05:33 AM Happy Easter, all, and... Poem 96 of 230: PARADIGMS "Thirty-all" is, in effect, "deuce"; Nobody has seen an "atom": An atom remains a model; "Thirty-all" an umpire's call. "They we just simply had to bomb"; And there are other given "truths"... If we humans evolved from apes, Why on earth are there living apes? From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Will Fly Date: 12 Apr 09 - 05:10 AM The Mudcat is a curious fish Who slowly swims along. He blows large bubbles filled with verse And turns them into song. The words and tunes flow through the years, Meander down life's stream And end by ringing in our hearts. This is the Mudcat's dream. W. Fly 12 Apr 2009 |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Acorn4 Date: 12 Apr 09 - 04:36 AM Why do moths come out at night And always fly towards the light? |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Peace Date: 12 Apr 09 - 12:18 AM Good to see you back, WAV. |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Don Firth Date: 11 Apr 09 - 09:56 PM A young schizophrenic named Struther, When he learned of the death of his brother, Said, "That's really too bad, But I don't feel too sad. After all, I still have each other." |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Bee-dubya-ell Date: 11 Apr 09 - 09:35 PM A tutor who tooted the flute tried to tutor two tooters to toot. Said the two to the tutor "Is it easier to toot or to tutor two tooters to toot?" |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Don Firth Date: 11 Apr 09 - 09:01 PM When you feel like a frog In the middle Of the highway of Life, And everything that happens to you Feels like a steel-belted radial, It may be a comfort to remember As you lay there, Squashed In a puddle Of your own assorted bodily fluids, That At least You made Your mark! |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Tootler Date: 11 Apr 09 - 07:30 PM The other day upon the stair I met a man who wasn't there He wasn't there again today I wish that man would go away. Learnt from my English Teacher at the age of 11 |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Jack Campin Date: 11 Apr 09 - 06:05 PM see the happy moron he doesn't give a damn i wish i was a moron my god perhaps i am |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Don Firth Date: 11 Apr 09 - 05:43 PM She went to the office Of a New York theatrical agent She told him she wanted To make a big splash On Broadway. He said, "I can guarantee it!" And pushed her out Of a nineteenth story window. |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: The Sandman Date: 11 Apr 09 - 05:39 PM since,my giddy aunt has gone. I am so lonesome on my own. I shall write of trouble and strife. Take my pen and start to scribe. up the Khyber I went forth with no Hampsteads in the North. burma shave,burmashave,on special offer now,hurry while stocks last on saturday 11th day of April 2009 |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: olddude Date: 11 Apr 09 - 05:29 PM Well I liked it walkabout ... just a nice little verse dan |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Amos Date: 11 Apr 09 - 05:22 PM Do your posters Rant and rave Grunt and grumble, Misbehave? Just shoot the brutes With Burmashave!! |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Don Firth Date: 11 Apr 09 - 04:54 PM I make no qualitative judgements, I am merely contributing to what appears to be a poetry thread. "Once drove an old sedan, up north. . . ." * * * He lit a match To check his tank, And now they call him "Skinless Frank." --Burmashave |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Don Firth Date: 11 Apr 09 - 04:14 PM Oh! What a world Of woe and sin! My head grows bald, But not my chin! --Burmashave |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Joe Offer Date: 11 Apr 09 - 04:13 PM You know, it has been made clear over and over again, that a number of Mudcatters do not like the rhymes posted by Walkaboutsverse. Frankly, these expressions of disaffection are far more tedious than the rhymes themselves could ever be. How 'bout if you people don't like something and you've already said it, that you refrain from making yourself look stupid by not saying it again? I'm going to delete all the negative posts from this thread and give it a chance to start anew. We don't allow personal attacks at Mudcat. Somehow, people got the idea that it was OK to attack WAV. It started in fun, but it invariably got nasty - so I'm not going to allow it any more. If you would like to discuss this, please contact me privately by e-mail or personal message - not in this thread. This thread is reserved for poetry, or doggerel, or whatever you want to call it. Thank you. -Joe- joe@mudcat.org
And nobody knows it; That's my profession. I know - I chose it. Burma-Shave |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Bonnie Shaljean Date: 11 Apr 09 - 04:10 PM One-One was a racehorse Two-Two was one too One-One won one race And Two-Two won one too |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Don Firth Date: 11 Apr 09 - 03:15 PM Algie saw the bear. The bear saw Algie. The bear was bulgie The bulge was Algie. --Burmashave |
Subject: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 11 Apr 09 - 01:09 PM Poem 2 of 230: WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans. I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature's hand giving peace of mind. I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: "Hey, You go walkabout with your pen." Request or question, I don't know - Assured voices, elderly men. That's now several years ago, And I've seen the world - with my pen. From http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book - & follow links to hear it sung) Or http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) |