Let the cobbler Paul grumble, he should only make good sandals.
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Counterfeiter
A barefooted cobbler is mending a shoe for a bank clerk
who sits behind him and reading a newspaper.
When the cobbler said 'finished sir'
He gave him a big note and vanished.
Cobbler is very happy and on his way home
He dreams to buy a good dress for his wife
and so many things for the children.
If he knows the note is a fake?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Sandals
She wears
sandals.
Her mother
bought her
the leather
sandals
as a birthday
present;
She presents
the sandals
to the
world.
Not to
me.
I feel
like
an outstripped
sandal
when
she
takes
off
the sandals
in
my
bed.
poem by Afrodita Nikolova
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Parody Song
Parody Song for Lute and Harp
The cobbler who mended the princess´s shoes
Fell in love with her feet and declared his love.
But the princess was quite chocked, said…no.
Sad cobbler sat in his shop repairing waders,
Farmer clogs and polished officers riding boots
The cobbler who mended the princess´s shoes.
The princess had shoes to repair, sent a servant,
But the cobbler needed her feet to make a fit.
He fell in love with her feet and declared his love.
He mended her shoes touched her ankles to make
Sure the shoes fit and the princess´s was thrilled
Made him a courtier of her dainty ankles and feet.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Light Shoes with Straps
In Aruba I bought a pair of sandals, with leather straps and
shiny steel buckles; I wore them with white ankle socks.
Coming home from the sea in June no one in my town had
sandals like mine. Mind, not much call for sandals in
Liverpool, winter rain, soggy streets, hailstones and so on.
When I went back to sea, I left the sandals under my bed
to wear when returning, but when I came back brother had
worn them to death, broken straps and rusty buckles.
I was very sad, but then I met a girl called Sandra and since
it was October, too cold for sandals and white ankle socks,
I got over the loss.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Apple Cobbler
Track: Apple Cobbler
Artist: LL Cool J
Guest Artists:
Album: The DEFinition
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Lyrics:
INTRO
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh huh
Uh
Uh
That joint is hot baby
VERSE 1
Lights, Camera, Action hold up
You know my style I been blowed up
Paper was young now it is growed up
Stack so big its hard to fold up
Yo D find another rubber band in the truck
Count up the money Ima stand in the cut
Stroll in the party I toast cris up
Tell Vladmir hook the guest list up
Shake that cookie like what like what
Toss me rapper like lightning struck
Look at that apple cobbler butt
What you wanna do
What you think wont cut
NBA Live in my truck
Parking lot like all jammed up
If theres beef its best you duck
Im gonna eat it Im fulled up
HOOK
Give it to me
That Apple Cobbler
Better yet
Can I see
That Apple Pie
Give it to me
That apple cobbler
Better yet
Can I get
Can I get it deep fried
VERSE 2
So much sugar is making my head rush
Tell me what the recipe is for that stuff
Break me off a piece of crust
Im so full Im bout to bust
Just one slice is not enough
Dang that thing tight like handcuffs
What I gotta say to you for you to give it up
What if I was paying you so could live it up
Gucci seats inside your truck
Tiffany rocks and trillion cuts
You be Starsky I be Hutch
Ride shotgun Ill pop that clutch
Juicy sweatpants driving me nuts
Take my two way stay in touch
Im gonna scoop you heat you up
Take you bake you eat you up
HOOK
Give it to me
That Apple Cobbler
Better yet
Can I see
That Apple Pie
Give it to me
That apple cobbler
Better yet
Can I get
Can I get it deep fried
VERSE 3
Turn that hair round buck them hips
Love when ya hair gets stuck to ya lips
Apple cobbler sweet and thick
Im gonna eat you till Im sick
Yo desert is worth a grip
I admit you make me trip
Make me wanna run to the mall like Im a trick
Cant believe youre making a baller have a fit
Pimpin switchin pass my click
Big fat juicy ask my click
Stretch them jeans girl make them fit
Make me go outside and pitch
You know me my cake is sick
Me and Timbo makin hits
Apple Cobbler thick and rich
Just how hot can one girl get
HOOK
Give it to me
That apple Cobbler
Better yet
Can I see
That apple Pie
Give it to me
That apple cobbler
Better yet
Can I get
Can I get it deep fried
song performed by by LL Cool J
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The protection
Sandals protect feet.
What would protect the sandals?
Mother protects the child.
Who would protect the mother?
Sandals and mother in their vocations,
They mind not their protection.
22.03.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Apple Cobbler Ft. Timbaland
[LL Cool J]
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. uh-huh
Uhh.. uhh.. that joint is hot baby!
[Verse One]
Lights, camera, action - hold up
You know my style, I been blowed up
Paper was young, now it's growed up
Stacks so thick it's hard to fold up
Yo B, find another rubberband in the truck
Count up the money, I'ma stand in the cut
Stroll in the party and I toast Cris' up
Tell that a muh-hucca gets this up
Shake that cookie like what like what
Toss me a drop it's like lightning struck
Look at that apple cobbler butt
Whatchu wanna do, whatchu think? Want cut
NBA Live in my truck
Parkin lot like all jammed up
If there's beef it's best you duck
I'm gon' eat 'til I'm filled up
[Chorus: Timbaland]
Throw it to me - that apple cobbler
Baby it, can I see (can I see) that apple pie?
I said throw it to me - that apple cobbler
Baby it, can I get (hey) can I get it deep fried?
[Verse Two]
So much sugar it's makin my head rush
Tell me what the recipe is for that stuff
Break me off a piece of crust
I'm so full I'm bout to bust
Just one slice is not enough
Dang that thang tight like handcuffs
What I gotta say to you for you to give it up?
What if I was payin you so you could live it up?
Hoochie seats inside yo' truck
Tiffany rocks and trillion cuts
You be Starsky, I be Hutch
Ride shotgun, I pop that clutch
Juicy sweatpants drive me nuts
Take my 2-way, stay in touch
I'm gon' scoop you, heat you up
Take you, bake you, eat you up
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Turn that hair 'round, buck them hips
Love when your hair get stuck to your lips
Apple cobbler sweet and thick
I'm gon' eat you 'til I'm sick
Yo' dessert is worth a grip
I admit you make me trip
Make me wanna run to the mall like I'm a trick
I can't believe you're makin a baller have a fit
Trippin, switchin past my clique
Lick that juicy, ask my clique
Stretch them jeans girl make them fit
Make me go outside and pit
You know me, my cake is sick
Me and Timbo makin hits
Apple cobbler, thick and rich
Just how hot can one girl get?
[Chorus]
song performed by by LL Cool J
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War
One night a feat was held in the palace, and there came a man and
prostrated himself before the prince, and all the feasters looked
upon him; and they saw that one of his eyes was out and that
the empty socket bled. And the prince inquired of him, 'What has
befallen you?' And the man replied, 'O prince, I am by profession
a thief, and this night, because there was no moon, I went to rob
the money-changer's shop, and as I climbed in through the window
I made a mistake and entered the weaver's shop, and in the dark I
ran into the weaver's loom and my eye was plucked out. And now,
O prince, I ask for justice upon the weaver.'
Then the prince sent for the weaver and he came, and it was decreed
that one of his eyes should be plucked out.
'O prince,' said the weaver, 'the decree is just. It is right that
one of my eyes be taken. And yet, alas! both are necessary to me
in order that I may see the two sides of the cloth that I weave.
But I have a neighbour, a cobbler, who has also two eyes, and in
his trade both eyes are not necessary.'
Then the prince sent for the cobbler. And he came. And they took
out one of the cobbler's two eyes.
And justice was satisfied.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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Soul
soul of opalescent glass
who's outside stares in
sing another sarabasse
for this starry spin
soul of some forgotten taste
tiger in the grass
unfurl your wings in this cluttered place
and the puppeteer rides past
soul who's somewhere over the hill
W dot ice-cream
Barbie's made it in the queue
and Polly lies styrene
cobbler cobbler there's a shoe
knows just how he feels
he sings Hallelujah
'cos his soul's been heeled
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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Humble In Tumble
This television got me feeling kind of egotistical
my age got me seeing kind of cynical
Myu honesty got me trapped in being physical
Not to say that this is biblical
but I hope it brightens pivotal
Proof that I am not completely spiritual
is not found it the fact that this is lyrical
keep me humble in my tumple when you hear my belly grumble
I pray i stay without myself
i want the thing I knew I felt
held liable everytime i yell
need a verse to ring a bell
Just looking for a story to tell
Keep me humble in my tumble when you hear my belly grumble
Dont let me cause you to stumble
Know theres something more
Know its not your store
love the life you live
Embrace the thought you give
But know its all a gift
DO what makes your soul shift
Keep me humble in my tumble when you hear my belly grumble
poem by Andrew Reeves
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Marcella
(hey yeah marcella)
(hey yeah marcella)
Shes a bright girl
(hey yeah marcella)
Hey hey
(hey yeah marcella)
Mystic maidens more than soft and sexy
She can mess my mind with the stuff that she knows
Her new found beauty goes beyond her covering
And sets a flame in her soul
One arm over my shoulder
Sandals dance at my feet
Eyes thatll knock you right over
Ooo marcellas so sweet
(hey yeah marcella)
(hey yeah marcella)
Shes a bright girl bom bom bom bom bom
(hey yeah marcella)
Hey hey
(hey yeah marcella)
Brave new woman standing proud and dazzling
Grips the goal that eluded her soul
Direction bringing her to nows tomorrow
And my love for her still grows
One arm over my shoulder
Sandals dance at my feet
Eyes thatll knock you right over
Ooo marcellas so sweet
(hey yeah marcella)
(hey yeah marcella)
Shes a bright girl
(hey yeah marcella)
Hey hey
(hey yeah marcella)
One arm over my shoulder
Sandals dance at my feet
Eyes that knock you right over
Ooo marcellas so sweet
One arm over my shoulder
Sandals dance at my feet
Eyes that knock you right over
Ooo marcellas so sweet
When she puts one arm over my shoulder
Sandals dance at my feet
Eyes that knock you right over
Ooo marcellas so sweet
When she puts one arm over my shoulder
Sandals dance at my feet
Eyes that knock you right over
Ooo marcellas so sweet
When she puts one arm over my shoulder
Sandals dance at my feet
Eyes that knock you right over
Ooo marcellas so sweet
song performed by by Beach Boys
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The Giver
You bound strong sandals on my feet,
You gave me bread and wine,
And sent me under sun and stars,
For all the world was mine.
Oh, take the sandals off my feet,
You know not what you do;
For all my world is in your arms,
My sun and stars are you.
poem by Sara Teasdale
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The Old Front Gate
W'en daih's chillun in de house,
Dey keep on a-gittin' tall;
But de folks don' seem to see
Dat dey's growin' up at all,
'Twell dey fin' out some fine day
Dat de gals has 'menced to grow,
W'en dey notice as dey pass
Dat de front gate's saggin' low.
W'en de hinges creak an' cry,
An' de bahs go slantin' down,
You kin reckon dat hit's time
Fu' to cas' yo' eye erroun',
'Cause daih ain't no 'sputin' dis,
Hit's de trues' sign to show
Dat daih's cou'tin goin' on
W'en de ol' front gate sags low.
Oh, you grumble an' complain,
An' you prop dat gate up right;
But you notice right nex' day
Dat hit's in de same ol' plight.
So you fin' dat hit's a rule,
An' daih ain' no use to blow,
W'en de gals is growin' up,
Dat de front gate will sag low.
Den you t'ink o' yo' young days,
W'en you cou'ted Sally Jane,
An' you so't o' feel ashamed
Fu' to grumble an' complain,
'Cause yo' ricerlection says,
An' you know hits wo'ds is so,
Dat huh pappy had a time
Wid his front gate saggin' low.
So you jes' looks on an' smiles
At 'em leanin' on de gate,
Tryin' to t'ink whut he kin say
Fu' to keep him daih so late,
But you lets dat gate erlone,
Fu' yo' 'sperunce goes to show,
'Twell de gals is ma'ied off,
It gwine keep on saggin' low.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Rob And Paul The Builders
It's been said you'll find a builder on almost every street
I know of two from Upwey Rob Leerveld and Paul Monteith
They often work together though sometimes on their own
And through the mountain suburbs as builders they are known.
Ask Denise Housiaux about them she says how great they are
That to find their very equals one would have to travel far
They built her house in Kallista she heaps upon them praise
A good job earns you more work and in the long run pays.
Rob Leerveld and Paul Monteith proud of the work they do
The job that is hard on one man is made easier by two
Throughout the mountain suburbs good reports of them abound
Of Rob and Paul the builders the word has gone around.
Rob Leerveld and Paul Monteith different as chalk and cheese
Yet in each others company they seem so much at ease
There must be truth in the saying that opposites agree
For they go well together and work in harmony.
The Dutchman and the Aussie quite different it would seem
But when they work together they make a mighty team
And it's true you'll find a builder on almost every street
But you won't find any better than Leerveld and Monteith.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Cobbler and Stork
COBBLER
Stork, I am justly wroth,
For thou hast wronged me sore;
The ash roof-tree that shelters thee
Shall shelter thee no more!
STORK
Full fifty years I 've dwelt
Upon this honest tree,
And long ago (as people know!)
I brought thy father thee.
What hail hath chilled thy heart,
That thou shouldst bid me go?
Speak out, I pray--then I 'll away,
Since thou commandest so.
COBBLER
Thou tellest of the time
When, wheeling from the west,
This hut thou sought'st and one thou brought'st
Unto a mother's breast.
I was the wretched child
Was fetched that dismal morn--
'T were better die than be (as I)
To life of misery born!
And hadst thou borne me on
Still farther up the town,
A king I 'd be of high degree,
And wear a golden crown!
For yonder lives the prince
Was brought that selfsame day:
How happy he, while--look at me!
I toil my life away!
And see my little boy--
To what estate he 's born!
Why, when I die no hoard leave I
But poverty and scorn.
And thou hast done it all--
I might have been a king
And ruled in state, but for thy hate,
Thou base, perfidious thing!
STORK
Since, cobbler, thou dost speak
Of one thou lovest well,
Hear of that king what grievous thing
This very morn befell.
Whilst round thy homely bench
Thy well-belovèd played,
In yonder hall beneath a pall
A little one was laid;
Thy well-belovèd's face
Was rosy with delight,
But 'neath that pall in yonder hall
The little face is white;
Whilst by a merry voice
Thy soul is filled with cheer,
Another weeps for one that sleeps
All mute and cold anear;
One father hath his hope,
And one is childless now:
He wears a crown and rules a town--
Only a cobbler thou!
Wouldst thou exchange thy lot
At price of such a woe?
I'll nest no more above thy door,
But, as thou bidst me, go.
COBBLER
Nay, stork! thou shalt remain--
I mean not what I said;
Good neighbors we must always be.
So make thy home o'erhead.
I would not change my bench
For any monarch's throne,
Nor sacrifice at any price
My darling and my own!
Stork! on my roof-tree bide,
That, seeing thee anear,
I 'll thankful be God sent by thee
Me and my darling here!
poem by Eugene Field
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I Got It Bad
Duke ellington / paul f. webster
Though folks with good intentions
Tell me to save my tears
Well i'm so mad about him
I can't live without him
Never treats me sweet and gentle
The way he should
I've got it bad
And that ain't good
And when the weekend's over
And monday rolls around
I end up like i start out
Just crying my heart out
He don't love me like i love him
No, nobody could
I've got it bad
And that ain't good
Lord above me, make him love me
The way he should
I got it bad
And that ain't good
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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I Got It Bad (and That Ain't Good)
Duke Ellington / Paul F. Webster
Though folks with good intentions
Tell me to save my tears
Well I'm so mad about him
I can't live without him
Never treats me sweet and gentle
The way he should
I've got it bad
And that ain't good
And when the weekend's over
And Monday rolls around
I end up like I start out
Just crying my heart out
He don't love me like I love him
No, nobody could
I've got it bad
And that ain't good
Lord above me, make him love me
The way he should
I got it bad
And that ain't good
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Love Sonnet 68: I Stormed Dreamland To Rescue A Princess,
I stormed Dreamland to rescue my princess,
Imprisoned by a dragon that breathed fire,
With Thor's hammer aiding in the process,
Which caused more sleep than would Apollo's lyre;
Hermes' sandals took us out in no time,
But Princess wanted a Stiletto style,
She said, that fashion, to gods, is sublime;
What if high-heeled sandals make Hermes rile?
As monster birds might yet catch us in flight,
Princess throw off her clothes for diversion;
No trouble flying in the darkest night,
But to land in the midst of procession;
...So, to avert any landing drama,
...We declared she was... Lady Godiva.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Now I need to take a piece of wood and make it sound like the railroad track, but I also had to make it beautiful and lovable so that a person playing it would think of it in terms of his mistress, a bartender, his wife, a good psychiatrist - whatever.
I Got It Bad & That Aint Good
(duke ellington/paul francis webster)
Though folks with good intentions
Tell me to save my tears
Well Im so mad about him
I cant live without him
Never treats me sweet and gentle
The way he should
Ive got it bad
And that aint good
And when the weekends over
And monday rolls around
I end up like I start out
Just crying my heart out
He dont love me like I love him
No, nobody could
Ive got it bad
And that aint good
Lord above me, make him love me
The way he should
I got it bad
And that aint good
song performed by by Carly Simon
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