Cute little poems

Subject: Cute little poems
From: John P
Date: 28 Dec 00 - 08:38 AM

My big confession for the day is that I like cute, pithy little poems that can be easily learned and dropped into conversations at appropriate moments (assuming, of course, that it is ever appropriate to do such a thing). Here's a couple; anyone have any more?

I don't know who wrote this or what it is called, can anyone tell me?

As it was in the beginning, so shall it be at the end of man,
There are but three things certain since human history began,
The dog returns to his vommit,
The sow returns to her mire,
And the burned fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the fire.

Fire and Ice, by Robert Frost:

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

John

Subject: RE: BS: Cute little poems
From: Bill in Alabama
Date: 28 Dec 00 - 09:10 AM

Two more by Frost:

Forgive, O Lord, my little tricks on me,
And I'll forgive thy great big one on me.
and
*THE SPAN OF YEARS*

The old dog barks backward without getting up;
I can remember when he was a pup.

Subject: RE: BS: Cute little poems
From: Uncle_DaveO
Date: 28 Dec 00 - 09:36 AM

The gum-chewing girl and the cud-chewing cow
Seem somewhat alike, yet different somehow.
Ah, yes, there it is! I see it all now!
It's the intelligent look on the face of the cow!

Dave Oesterreich

Subject: RE: BS: Cute little poems
From: Micca
Date: 28 Dec 00 - 10:29 AM

John , The first one is Kipling...from a poem called " The Gods of the Copy book headings"
the first 2 lines should read..
" `As it will be in the future,it was at the birth of man,
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began,
The rest of the poem is pretty good too.

Subject: RE: BS: Cute little poems
From: Sorcha
Date: 28 Dec 00 - 10:38 AM

Problems worthy
of attack
Prove their worth
by hitting back.

Experts have
Their expert fun
Ex cathedra
Telling one
Just how nothing
Can be done.

from: "Grooks", by Piet Hein. A series of small books published in about 1966. If you love succint little poems you should try to find these.

Another of my favorites, by Emily Dickinson:

I'm nobody, who are you?
Are you nobody too?
Don't tell, they'd banish us you know.

Subject: RE: BS: Cute little poems
From: Jacob B
Date: 28 Dec 00 - 11:23 AM

We all stand round in a ring and suppose
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows

Robert Frost



When you're called upon to make up your mind
And you're troubled by not having any
The easiest way to decide, you will find,
Is simply by flipping a penny

No, not so that chance shall decide the affair
While you're passively sitting there moping
But the moment the penny is up in the air
You suddenly know what you're hoping

Piet Hein



There is
One Art
No more
No less

To do
All things
With art-
Lessness

Piet Hein

Subject: RE: BS: Cute little poems
From: Sorcha
Date: 28 Dec 00 - 11:56 AM

Yea!! Another Grooks nut!! Aren't they fun?

Subject: RE: BS: Cute little poems
From: Hollowfox
Date: 28 Dec 00 - 12:22 PM

You're folks after my own heart. Try this anthology: "Pith & Vinegar"by William Cole, Simon & Schuster, 1969.

Subject: RE: BS: Cute little poems
From: GUEST,Murray1927
Date: 28 Dec 00 - 01:20 PM

If I were a cassowary On the plains of Timbuctoo, I would eat a missionary, Coat and bands and hymnbook too.

Subject: RE: BS: Cute little poems
From: Micca
Date: 28 Dec 00 - 03:16 PM

Last night I held a little hand so dainty and so neat
I thought my heart would burst so wildly did it beat
No other hand unto my heart could such gladness bring
For the hand I held last night was..........4Aces and a King

Subject: RE: BS: Cute little poems
From: Hollowfox
Date: 28 Dec 00 - 03:19 PM

Micca, I love the classics.

Subject: RE: BS: Cute little poems
From: Bill D
Date: 28 Dec 00 - 05:23 PM

I objurgate the centipede,
A bug we do not really need,
At sleepy-time, he beats a path,
Straight to bedroom or the bath.
You always wallop where he's not,
Or if he is, he makes a spot.
.....Ogden Nash

I'd rather flunk my Wasserman test
Than read a poem by Edgar Guest.
.......Dorothy Parker

I got a million of 'em....

Subject: RE: BS: Cute little poems
From: Bill D
Date: 28 Dec 00 - 05:32 PM

DRIED APPLE PIES

I LOATHE, abhor, detest, despise,
Abominate dried-apple pies.
I like good bread, I like good meat
Or anything that's fit to eat;
But of all poor grub beneath the skies,
The poorest is dried apple pies.
Give me the toothache, or sore eyes,
But don't give me dried apple pies.
The farmer takes his gnarliest fruit
'Tis wormy, bitter, and hard, to boot;
He leaves the hulls to make us cough,
And don't take half the peeling off.
Then on a dirty cord 'tis strung
And in a garret window hung,
And there it serves as roost for flies,
Until it's made up into pies.
Tread on my corns, or tell me lies,
But don't pass me dried-apple pies.
UNKNOWN(sometimes attributed to Ben Franklin)

Subject: RE: BS: Cute little poems
From: GUEST,LEJ
Date: 28 Dec 00 - 05:32 PM

If,in his study,he hath a care
To hang all old,strange thingsThen let his wife beware

Subject: RE: BS: Cute little poems
From: Sorcha
Date: 28 Dec 00 - 05:34 PM

Ode from a Caterpillar

I'm a fat green feller
With a belly full of filler.

(Ogden Nash?)

Subject: RE: BS: Cute little poems
From: MarkS
Date: 28 Dec 00 - 06:15 PM

Always felt this was creative

She backed up to the red hot stove
The fire was burning brisk
Wasn't she a proper fool
Her little *

MarkS

Subject: RE: BS: Cute little poems
From: Troll
Date: 28 Dec 00 - 07:46 PM

Drink to me only with good Rum
Or Beer or a Scotch Hiball.
Drink to me with any old thing,
As long as it's alcohol.
A bottle of Gin or Wine is fine
A flask of Bourbon true>
To drink to me only with thine eyes
Is a hell of a thing to do.

troll

Subject: RE: BS: Cute little poems
From: Sorcha
Date: 28 Dec 00 - 07:48 PM

Now that is pushing blasephmy, troll! (LOL)

Subject: RE: BS: Cute little poems
From: Song Dog
Date: 29 Dec 00 - 04:40 AM

Jack and Jill went up the hill, Each with a buck and a quarter. Jill came down with two and a half, They didn't go up for water.

I gotta learn that html stuff.

Subject: RE: BS: Cute little poems
From: okthen
Date: 29 Dec 00 - 06:04 AM

on a more or less seasonal note,

One green bottle

Drop it in the bank.

Ten green bottles,

What a lot we drank.

Heaps of bottles

And yesterday's a blank

But we'll save the planet

Tinkle, tinkle clank!

We've got bottles-

Nice percussive trash.

Bags of bottles

Cleaned us out of cash.

Empty bottles,

We love to hear them smash

And we'll save the planet

Tinkle, tinkle, crash!

by Wendy Cope

cheers

bill

Subject: RE: Cute little poems
From: GUEST
Date: 26 Apr 22 - 05:06 PM

And he rambled on, saying,
something about everything, or everything about nothing.
Then he said, "let me be perfectly clear"
...and he disappeared.

Subject: RE: Cute little poems
From: Joe_F
Date: 26 Apr 22 - 06:00 PM

It came upon a midnight clear
And ate up everything in sight.

When oak and ash be out in May,
It don't mean nothing either way.

He who sins aught
Sins more than he ought;
But he who sins nought
Has much to be taught.

Noel, noel, noel, noel!
Most of you people are going to Hell.

Death has this to be said for it:
You don't have to get out of bed for it.

If any question why we died,
Tell them, because our fathers lied.

Farewell, my friends! Farewell, my foes!
My peace with these, my love with those.

See the happy moron. He doesn't give a damn.
I wish I were a moron. My God! Perhaps I am.

How do you tell the men from the boys?
By the size of their feet and the price of their toys.

Subject: RE: Cute little poems
From: GUEST,keberoxu
Date: 26 Apr 22 - 06:50 PM

The word "epigram" comes to mind, you all know that one?

German poets were partial to epigrams, there are entire books of them.

Subject: RE: Cute little poems
From: gillymor
Date: 26 Apr 22 - 10:42 PM

He who binds to himself a joy,
Does the winged life destroy,
He who kisses the joy as it flies,
Lives in eternity's sunrise.

-William Blake


She offered her honor,
He honored her offer,
And all through the night,
It was on her and off her.

Subject: RE: Cute little poems
From: MaJoC the Filk
Date: 27 Apr 22 - 11:09 AM

I had a clock to tell the time,
To subdivide diurnity;
But now it's lost both hands and chime
It only tells eternity.

    -- Pete Hein: Grooks

(From memory, last read in 1972; corrections welcomed.)

Subject: RE: Cute little poems
From: Steve Shaw
Date: 27 Apr 22 - 11:53 AM

From a Wordsworth poem, unbelievably:

Not five yards from the mountain path,
This Thorn you on your left espy;
And to the left, three yards beyond,
You see a little muddy Pond
Of water, never dry;
I've measured it from side to side:
'Tis three feet long, and two feet wide.

Subject: RE: Cute little poems
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 27 Apr 22 - 01:02 PM

I wish I was a little frog, No taller than the grass.   I'd climb up all the big oak trees, And slide down on my hands and knees.

Subject: RE: Cute little poems
From: Steve Shaw
Date: 27 Apr 22 - 04:57 PM

Mary had a little lamb
She fed it on Scotch scallops
Every time it tried to walk
It fell down on its

Subject: RE: Cute little poems
From: GUEST,Jon Bartlett
Date: 27 Apr 22 - 05:28 PM

Himself is all he'll talk about to you -
A subject which for him has never cloyed,
Thus furnishing an unimpeded view
Into a vast, reverberating void.

Subject: RE: Cute little poems
From: GerryM
Date: 28 Apr 22 - 12:19 AM

Here's one that was read at the Mudcat zoom singaround recently:

Shake and shake the ketchup bottle.
None'll come, and then a lot'll.

Sounds like Ogden Nash, but it isn't – it's Richard Armour.

Subject: RE: Cute little poems
From: Joe_F
Date: 28 Apr 22 - 10:24 PM

Richardsilver: More elaborately,

Of all the fishes in the seas,
The strangest is the bass.
It climbs up to the tops of trees
And slides down on its hands and knees
To frolic in the grass.

Subject: RE: Cute little poems
From: Piers Plowman
Date: 28 Apr 22 - 11:32 PM

With rue my heart is laden
For cheese once young and fair
For many an Emmentaler
And many a Camembert.

The Emmentaler's crumbled
And started to decay.
The Camembert's turned runny,
Got up, and walked away.

Subject: RE: Cute little poems
From: Piers Plowman
Date: 28 Apr 22 - 11:58 PM

The noble art of Losing Face
may one day save the Human Race
and turn into eternal merit
what weaker minds would call disgrace.

Piet Hein

Subject: RE: Cute little poems
From: GerryM
Date: 29 Apr 22 - 06:40 PM

More Piet Hein:

DREAM INTERPRETATION
Simplified.

Everything's either
concave or -vex,
so whatever you dream
will be something with sex.

Collection of grooks at http://www.sophilos.net/GrooksofPietHein.htm

Subject: RE: Cute little poems
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 30 Apr 22 - 01:15 PM

The cuckoo is a strange bird,
She sits in the grass.
With her wings by her side
And her head under them.
It's in this position,
She can only say 'Twit'.
For who can say 'cuckoo',
With a beak full of feathers.

Subject: RE: Cute little poems
From: Joe_F
Date: 01 May 22 - 10:42 PM

Hurray, hooray, the first of May!
Outdoor fucking begins today.

Subject: RE: Cute little poems
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 02 May 22 - 06:58 AM

Ageing.

Ageing is such a difficult thing,
But ageing is our lot!
Two things demonstrate our age.
One, loss of memory, the other……………… I forgot!!!

Michael J Hill (c) April 2014.

Subject: RE: Cute little poems
From: GUEST
Date: 03 May 22 - 05:52 PM

Treason doth never prosper; what's the reason?
If Treason prosper, none dare call it Treason

Sir John Harrington, I think.


Here's Freedom to them that wad read,
And Freedom to them that wad write;
There's nane ever feared
That the Truth should be heard
But them wham the Truth wad indite

Sir Robert Burns, I know.

Subject: RE: Cute little poems
From: Steve Shaw
Date: 03 May 22 - 08:46 PM

I eat my peas with honey
I've done it all my life
It makes the peas taste funny
But it keeps them on the knife