Right Toe Pointing

Walden · Post by **Walden** » Wed Apr 20, 2005 4:10 pm

This thread is to post your not-so-great poetry. The bit of short prose that doesn't really get folks thinking that much. In general, stuff you decided not to send in to Dale.

I didn't marry a Beatle,
Mi dog don't ne'er go WOOF,
No war have I 'gaints ignor'nce,
No water furs my hoof.

Post by **Nanohedron** » Wed Apr 20, 2005 4:16 pm

The oil from the skin of an orange
Will clean up and polish a door hinge.
But putting them into a porringer
Will not make your oranges oranger.

(If you're looking down upon me, Ogden Nash, eat your sainted heart out.

)

ChrisA · Post by **ChrisA** » Wed Apr 20, 2005 4:30 pm

Finding rhymes to that bright citrus,
Such crime makes my heart cringe.
Surely 'twill drive me to drink,
indeed send me on a binge,
The travesty of these lunatics
From some best forgotten fringe,
They will not understand the facts,
There is no rhyme for orange.

emmline · Post by **emmline** » Wed Apr 20, 2005 4:34 pm

I'm really tired of nailing floor.
The Paslode is an awful bore.
My skin is dry, it flakes, it scales,
It's all gooed up with Liquid Nails. (tm)
The worst ain't done, it ain't, it ain't,
It turns out now, I have to paint.
I have this one small consolation,
I've quit all dinner preparation.

Post by **Nanohedron** » Wed Apr 20, 2005 4:36 pm

I can't recall if Glenmorangie
Looks sort of orangey.

IRTradRU? · Post by **IRTradRU?** » Wed Apr 20, 2005 4:47 pm

Old McDonald had a farm,
E-I-E-I-O.
But on this farm we ate that duck,
E-I-E-I-mmmmmm.

Walden · Post by **Walden** » Wed Apr 20, 2005 4:48 pm

Me, when I was a child, up top of Mt. Scott. Wichita Mountains National Wildlife Refuge, Medicine Park, Oklahoma.

Post by **Nanohedron** » Wed Apr 20, 2005 4:55 pm

Sing a song of Sikh's pants
Apothecary wry;
Foreign went he backwards
Baked in a pi.
And Winthrop eye was opened,
The Byrds began to Synge.
Wizened hat a testy Tesh
Two sat beef or ducking?

jsluder · Post by **jsluder** » Wed Apr 20, 2005 5:40 pm

A nonsense rhyme
Is a waste of thyme
Quoth the herbal sage
Tis better to dazzle
With a sprig of basil
Than wilt upon the stage

Post by **Nanohedron** » Wed Apr 20, 2005 5:51 pm

Everyone's a critic.

carrie · Post by **carrie** » Wed Apr 20, 2005 6:05 pm

I love this thread.

Walden · Post by **Walden** » Wed Apr 20, 2005 6:07 pm

Roses is pink
Violets is purple
Polecats stink
Like the syndrome of tunnel carpal.

Hercule Poirot's a Belgian
And so's a tasty waffle,
Agatha Christie was British
And so was Miss Jane Marple.

Post by **Nanohedron** » Wed Apr 20, 2005 6:10 pm

cskinner wrote:I love this thread.

Hey, Carol!!

gonzo914 · Post by **gonzo914** » Wed Apr 20, 2005 8:54 pm

My humble offering -- an eclectic soupçon of blank verse, best served up in stentorian voice, garnished with histrionics and bombast.

I thought, because we had been friends so long,
Forgetteth man, and stinteth God his praise;
For there thy habitation is the heart,--
Hath soiled thy splendour and defiled thy dress!
Trash of all trash?--how can a lady don it?
In honored poverty thy voice did weave
Among the ghostly moths their hunting call,
Are some divine foreshadowing and foreseeing
When all our fathers worshiped stocks and stones,
No unsung bacchanal can charm our ears
But gentle violets weeping with the dew
The basest weed outbraves his dignity.
Yet this high cheese, by choice of fenland men,
May God curse thee, and cut thee from our soul!

FJohnSharp · Post by **FJohnSharp** » Wed Apr 20, 2005 9:07 pm

Picking through my meager collection, I ran across this

Granite, grotesque
growing gracefully from
green ground
garnished with
marble, limestone and other
granite
guarding memories of
goners