Your Favourite Poem

[summerisle]

I love meeting new people
Who at the time are strangers
But if they have a dog in clothes
I know them biffs are dangers

Don't give up your day job just yet.

 

[summerisle]

Interesting programme discussing the poem Adelstrop, by Edward Thomas. Includes a very good parody.


http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b08lts3f

 

[tommytowne]

From Rowan and Martins Laugh In....

Worms, by Henry Gibson.

I can never come to terms
With the worms.

 

[gonetomorrow]

Kubla Khan by Coleridge. He was high as a kite when he wrote it.

 

[Donald Twain]

Kubla Khan by Coleridge. He was high as a kite when he wrote it.

He was when doing the shopping list, permanently on opium.

 

[gonetomorrow]

He was when doing the shopping list, permanently on opium.

It's the only poem I can recite word for word. I had to learn it as a punishment at school.

Better than getting thrashed.

 

[Gwlacticos]

The boy stood on the burning deck,
his voice was all a quiver.
He gave a cough,
his leg fell off,
and floated down the river.

I know it's an old one, but always made me laugh.

 

[Seathestars]

Robbie Burns does some nice poems, even if he is a jock.

You get a sense of the pride he has in his Country which is nice me thinks.

 

[hallamblue]

She was only a fishmonger's daughter
So she lay on a slab and said "fillet"

 

[BigBlueConk]

Right lads. Thanks for ignoring the mighty poetry thread I started in 2012!

Anyway, here is my awesome rip off tribute to Bill Kenwright. Ripped off from Bad Sir Brian Botany by A.A Milne.

I thank you.....

Bad Bill Kenwright

Sir Billy had a battleaxe with great big knobs on
He went amongst the Gladwys fans and bopped them on the head
On Wednesday and the Saturday
but mainly on the latter day
He mugged them at the turnstiles and this is what he said:

I am Sir Billy, I'm great!
I am Sir Billy, don't hate!
I am Sir Billy and not quite so silly,
Kick offs at three don't be late!

Sir Billy had a pair of boots with steel capped toes on,
A fighting pair of which he was particularly fond.
He would kick so many faces
and would kick you in the places,
to help you reach those high notes in the middle of a song!

I am Sir Billy, sing high.
I am Sir Billy, sing low.
I am Sir Billy, the Pennines are hilly,
If I cant sell the club I wont go!

Sir Billy woke one morning and he couldnt find his battleaxe.
He walked into the stadium in his second pair of shoes.
He had gone a hundred paces
When the ground was full of faces,
They gagged and bound and tied him and they locked him in the loos.

You are Sir Billy? Don't laugh!
You are Sir Billy? Don't cry!
You are Sir Billy? Please move to Caerphilly
Sir Billy, you're silly, goodbye!

Sir Billy struggled home again and he chopped up his battleaxe.
He got his pair of fighting boots and threw them in the fire.
He's quite a different person now
he doesnt have a football club
But smuggly sits and claims in fame he saved them from the mire!

I am Bill Kenwright? Not me.
Can't find investment? Can't be!
But the future in doubt
with a board without clout
Nil Satis Nisi Optimum: EFC.

I'm voting for myself. Must have wasted ten minutes on this ya know.
I mean how many others dedicated something to our Bill Kenwright.
Not one of you, not one.

 

[hallamblue]

I'm voting for myself. Must have wasted ten minutes on this ya know.
I mean how many others dedicated something to our Bill Kenwright.
Not one of you, not one.

Ok I'll bite:

There once was a chairman called Bill
Helped buy Everton for twenty mill
He made ten times his money
But isn't it funny
He stays in the chairman's seat still?

 

[formerly manx toffee]

An ode to Felicity Kendall.

Felicity, Felicity, you fill me with electricity
That's not to say you're shocking

 

[Donald Twain]

Gentlemen please, this is a serious thread for refined folk who are serious about poetry verse and prose ! Only in his poetry and dreams can man be set free , it was always thus and always thus will be ! Thank you .

 

[gonetomorrow]

Robbie Burns does some nice poems, even if he is a jock.

You get a sense of the pride he has in his Country which is nice me thinks.

I can't stand him. And I am a Jock.

 

[Donald Twain]

I can't stand him. And I am a Jock.

I pray a wee tim'rous beastie runneth up bags an lay bare and waste to thee wee nobber!