Too bad there's not such a thing as a GOLDEN skunk, because you'd probably be PROUD to be sprayed by one.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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The Skunk In Two Parts
I.
An Animal
With a Whole Lot
Of Funk
Is
The Skunk.
II.
On a Carousel
Or in the Darkness
A Skunk Will Still Smell.
poem by M.L. Squier
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The only difference between a dead skunk lying in the road and a dead lawyer lying in the road is that there are skid marks around the skunk.
quote by Patrick Murray
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No More 'Scha-nookie Dookie' Made
You say you married a skunk.
And I feel more like a monk on a donkey.
All I get to hear is junk.
With lots of lumps on me you dump.
You say you married a skunk.
And I feel more like a monk on a donkey.
No more quick done rabbit humps.
With less hops from a bed that jumped.
I hear our neighbors say,
How I treat you nasty everyday.
That's your way of mutilation.
I hear our neighbors say,
What I do and how I spend my pay.
You've been putting our business in their way.
And you will pay for that one day.
Your humiliation has decayed.
And your wicked stubbornness is sick.
No matter who you get to defend your...
Schanookie dookie that you make.
You say you married a skunk.
And I feel more like a monk on a donkey.
All I get to hear is junk.
With lots of lumps on me you dump.
You say you married a skunk.
And I feel more like a monk on a donkey.
No more quick done rabbit humps.
With less hops from a bed that jumped.
And no more 'scha-nookie dookie' made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Im So Proud
Youre prettier than all the world
And Im so proud, Im so proud, Im so proud of you
cause youre only one fellows girl
Im so proud, Im so proud, Im so proud of you
Im so proud of being loved by you
And it would hurt, hurt to know,
If you ever were untrue, yeah
Sweeter than the taste of a cherry so sweet
Yeah, and Im so proud, Im so proud,
Im so proud of you
Compliments to you from all the people we meet
Yes babe and Im so proud, Im so proud,
Im so proud of you
Im so proud of being loved by you
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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The Mysterious Cat
A chant for a children's pantomime dance, suggested by a picture painted by George Mather Richards.
I saw a proud, mysterious cat,
I saw a proud, mysterious cat
Too proud to catch a mouse or rat—
Mew, mew, mew.
But catnip she would eat, and purr,
But catnip she would eat, and purr.
And goldfish she did much prefer—
Mew, mew, mew.
I saw a cat—'twas but a dream,
I saw a cat—'twas but a dream
Who scorned the slave that brought her cream—
Mew, mew, mew.
Unless the slave were dressed in style,
Unless the slave were dressed in style
And knelt before her all the while—
Mew, mew, mew.
Did you ever hear of a thing like that?
Did you ever hear of a thing like that?
Did you ever hear of a thing like that?
Oh, what a proud mysterious cat.
Oh, what a proud mysterious cat.
Oh, what a proud mysterious cat.
Mew . . . mew . . . mew.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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To Catullus
Would that you were alive today, Catullus!
Truth ’tis, there is a filthy skunk amongst us,
A rank musk-idiot, the filthiest skunk,
Of no least sorry use on earth, but only
Fit in fancy to justify the outlay
Of your most horrible vocabulary.
My Muse, all innocent as Eve in Eden,
Would yet wear any skins of old pollution
Rather than celebrate the name detested.
Ev’n now might he rejoice at our attention,
Guess'd he this little ode were aiming at him.
O! were you but alive again, Catullus!
For see, not one among the bards of our time
With their flimsy tackle was out to strike him;
Not those two pretty Laureates of England,
Not Alfred Tennyson nor Alfred Austin.
poem by Robert Seymour Bridges
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Thats What They Always Say
At the first bell of the day
They rise up from where they lay
And look down with the promise in their hands
A promise to get out
This aint what its all about
Theres always lots of reasons for their plans
When that golden sun shines through
Theres always one more thing to do
Just one more stab into the wishing well
Thats what they always say
Im getting out
Thats what they always say
Aint that just what they always say
Thats what they always say
Just one more little thing left in my way
Thats what they always say
Aint that just what they always say
Im getting out, Im holding on
Im hanging in, the time is wrong
And every morning brings another reason
A piece of cake, no lion share
Just one more dice and youll be there
That golden bridge is just around the bend
Thats what they always say
Im getting out
Thats what they always say
Aint that just what they always say
Thats what they always say
Just one more little thing left in my way
Thats what they always say
Aint that just what they always say
Tomorrow is another day
The money junkie fades away
That golden bridge is just around the bend
Thats what they always say
Im getting out
Thats what they always say
Aint that just what they always say
Thats what they always say
Just one more little thing left in my way
Thats what they always say
Aint that just what they always say
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Silvery Rain
(Lyrics and music by Hank Marvin - 1971)
Butterflies danced on invisible strings
Showing wings they borrowed from a rainbow
And a blackbird on high sang a praise to the sky
While a light aeroplane sprayed the fields with a silvery rain
Furry backed bees with a tireless drone
Never moan, they're happy to be working
And a grasshopper green could be heard but not seen
While a light aeroplane sprayed the fields with a silvery rain
Chorus:
Fly away, Peter, fly away, Paul, before there's nothing left to fly at all
Take to the sky, higher than high, before the silvery rain begins to fall
Nothing moves now but the swaying ripe corn
Not a dawn is greeted with a bird's song
There's a feather or two from a bird that once flew
Before a light aeroplane sprayed the fields with a silvery rain
chorus
(Instrumental break)
chorus
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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The Smell of a Dog
I love the way a dog smells.
Ever since I was a boy,
I have loved the smell of a dog's paws,
leathery pads, edged with fur,
that absorb the rich, musty fragrances
of where the dog and I have been
in our adventures together.
I love the smell of the top of a dog's head,
where the fur is smoother than at any other
part of the animal
and is usually cleaner, too.
The top-of-the-head smell is fresher than the paw,
more like the smell of a little boy's hair
at the end of a summer's day in the sun.
I don't mind
the faint smell of skunk on a dog,
(but only if it's faint) .
Snuggling down for a nap
with my skunk flavored companion
lying next to me
puts me back in another time,
when the world was new,
waiting to be explored and discovered
by my friends and me and our dogs;
when the little lame balloon man
was simply another reason to wonder.
Are you proud yet?
i made it many miles without you i can make it farther i know i can
you never taught me how to ride a bike but i know how
you never helped me with my homework but i got A's
you never there to give me advice but i handled it without you
im tired of trying to make you proud, im about to give up its hard to never hear you say it
when i lost my bestfriend over a stupid gun you werent there to be my rock i made it without you are you proud yet?
im strong like mom im more like here everyday im proud of that she has been my rock, when i do something little she says she is proud
i made it thur middle school without you barely there i realized mom was right im glad im not like you
started high school your still not there physically yes but mentally you could careless, are you proud i know mom is
im turning 18 and going to graduate, are you proud yet, no you told me you didnt want to see me graduate, am i ever gonna hear you say it.
maybe not but i know one thing you have taught me is not to be like you, im like mom
i got pubished in a book, are you proud no you said you could careless, how can you be so heartless.
I let go of many things youve done, said and you promised maybe that wasnt a smart idea but ill learn so are you proud yet.
honestly i keep thinking im never gonna be your perfect kid, i dont care because mom made me the women i am and made me not like you, im strong are you proud yet?
After all is said and done i know mom is proud i made it this far without you, proud yet i know i am!
poem by Sarah Selinger
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Fearlea's Oath
I never shall cower like those others behind me.
My arrow shall never miss it's mark.
Courage is my heart, my soul is a lion, golden and proud.
My battle cry shall strike fear to my foes,
Like the cold-blooded cowards they are.
My bow is my spirit, my arrows are my life.
I live to fight, and to claim victory for my brothers.
While I am a proud and impetuous girl, I must remain kind and caring.
I must use this dagger to create, never to destroy.
My heart must beat for truth, I must only bleed if I protect my friends.
This solemn archers oath may be the only thing protecting me from savagery, but this lioness roars for justice and justice alone.
poem by Rebecca Phoenix
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I'm proud to pay taxes in the United States; the only thing is, I could be just as proud for half the money.
quote by Arthur Godfrey
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I've Got a Golden Ticket
I never thought my life could be
Anything but catastrophe
But suddenly I begin to see
A bit of good luck for me
'Cause I've got a golden ticket
I've got a golden twinkle in my eye
I never had a chance to shine
Never a happy song to sing
But suddenly half the world is mine
What an amazing thing
'Cause I've got a golden ticket
It's ours, Charlie
I've got a golden sun up in the sky
I never thought I'd see the day
When I would face the world and say
Good morning, look at the sun
I never thought that I would be
Slap in the lap of luxury'
Cause I'd have said it couldn't be done
But it can be done
I never dreamed that I would climb
Over the moon in ecstasy
But nevertheless, it's there that I'm
Shortly about to be
'Cause I've got a golden ticket
I've got a golden chance to make my way
And with a golden ticket, it's a golden day
Good morning, look at the sun'
Cause I'd have said it couldn't be done
But it can be done
I never dreamed that I would climb
Over the moon in ecstasy
But nevertheless, it's there that I'm
Shortly about to be
'Cause I've got a golden ticket'
Cause I've got a golden ticket
I've got a golden chance to make my way
And with a golden ticket, it's a golden day
poem by Roald Dahl
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I'm proud to be paying taxes in the United States. The only thing is -- I could be just as proud for half the money.
quote by Arthur Godfrey
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Sunitha Williams-The astronaut
Sunitha Williams—We are proud of her!
All women kind -We are proud
She is from India—We are proud
She is an Indian American astronaut—We are proud
She has set a record for maximum no: of space walks
by a woman astronaut—We are proud
She and her Japanese colleague, Akihiko Hoside
together fixed a problem in the I S S -We are proud
They completed a problematic task
of repairing the switching mechanism
of the main power unit—We are proud
They installed a camera on the
robotic arm of the space station—We are proud
She holds the record of the space flight
by a woman astronaut of 195 days—We are proud
May God Bless her—We are proud of her!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Peace, Be Not Proud
Peace, Be Not Proud (A Reverse Davidian)
Evasive Peace, be not proud
That world's entire wealth can't purchase you.
Perhaps you'll not be bought for silver, gold,
Saphires, rubies, pearls and diamonds too.
But dare you say, for LOVE you won't be sold?
Evasive Peace, be not proud
That high you dwell, atop a towering tor!
Like Bruce's spider, ceaselessly we will
Try to heave ourselves right up to your door
By scaling, inch by inch, your craggy hill!
Evasive Peace, be not proud
That none can see or hear you; so no clue
We have to track you down. But we can feel
Your presence versus present absence too:
Suffices this, your hide-out to reveal!
Evasive Peace, be not proud
That you, At'lanta-like, can keep mocking
Your chasers all for whom you're much too fast!
Like shrewd Hippom'nese, your pathway blocking
With 'golden apples', win we shall, at last!
poem by Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu
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God Made It All (a creation song)
1.
The birds and the bees,
The flowers and the trees,
God made them all.
The stars in the sky,
The little butterfly,
God made them all.
The rivers and the seas,
The cool summer breeze,
The clouds and the leaves,
The plants and the seeds,
Everything we see,
God made it all.
2.
The rabbits and the squirrels,
Little boys and girls,
God made them all.
Our fingers and our hands,
Each woman and man,
God made them all.
The dogs and their fleas,
The creatures of the deep,
The he's and she's,
Even you and even me,
Yes, everything we see,
God made it all.
Chorus:
God made it all,
God made every thing.
From the earth to the sky,
The mountains to the sea,
Each and every thing that we see,
God made it all.
3.
The hippopotamuses,
And rhinoceroses,
God made them all.
Ticks, frogs and bats,
Lions, worms and gnats,
God made them all.
The ducks and the geese,
The cattle and the sheep,
The little chickadees,
The giraffe with knobby knees,
Every thing we see,
God made it all.
Chorus:
God made it all,
God made every thing.
From the earth to the sky,
The mountains to the sea,
Each and every thing that we see,
God made it all.
Conclusion:
Now let's see;
There are elephants and beavers,
Lions and zebras,
Then there are alligators
And crocodiles,
With their big teeth,
And their pretty smiles,
God made them all.
Then there's lizards and whales,
The skunk with his smell,
The pig with his germs,
And the creepy, crawly little worms,
God made them too.
You know, it's not hard to believe,
That every thing we see,
Yes even you, and even me;
God made it all,
God made every thing
Hear this song at www.poemsnsuch.com under songs by Loyd
poem by Loyd C. Taylor
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-86
Canna(Canna spp.)
Wild canna(Indian Shot,
Canna indica)
How can I forget those days
That still string golden
Of your beaded persona
Be beaded around my memoir
A treasury of your seeds
Lily-like but not lily
Plantain-like but not
Pink and orange and red
Catchy flora even sprayed
Childhood friend really
And of your use profuse
Of your bright staminodia
Green sepals tri-petaled
Indeed colourful friendship
A flowery field still sparkles
Will I ever forget those days
That still string golden
Of your beaded persona
Be beaded around my memoir
A treasury of your seeds
poem by Indira Renganathan
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If I were an animal
IF I WERE AN ANIMAL...
If I were an animal I wonder what I’d be,
a roaring proud lion or a busy little bee.
Perhaps I’d be a beautiful mare with a mane thick and wild,
grazing in a field on summer days so mild.
Then I’d have my flirting days in heat when I’m looking for a ride.
Yes that would be neat, strolling through a field with two stallions by my side.
Would I be a donkey belonging to a gypsy selling heather,
making money out of me on Blackpool beach for children’s pleasure,
I’d have nothing to look forward too, up and down all day.
Na, I don’t think I’d like to live my life that way.
I could be a farm animal, like a pig or a chicken,
but then I’d be turned into something finger licking!
Perhaps I’d be a tiger or a chimpanzee,
swinging from tree to tree as happy as can be.
How about an elephant with a long thick trunk,
a fox, a squirrel, or a dirty little skunk.
Why not a bird because I do love to sing.
Not a magpie or a seagull, but a real pretty little thing.
I’d fly to someplace nice that much is true,
but knowing my luck Id get bloody flu!
poem by Sandra Kerin Campbell
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Proud To Be Loud
Listen up good
I got a lot to say
I know what I want
And I get my own way
I call em as I see em
I dont play by the book
One dose of volume
Thats all it took
Ive seen it, Ive done it
Ive heard it before
Now its my turn
To settle the score
Ill sing it, Ill shout it
Ill say it again
I dont care if they
Never give in cause im
Proud to be loud
Proud to be loud
You know Im proud
Proud to be loud
Well Ive alway believed
In freedom of speech
And Ive always been the one
Who practiced what I preached
Love it or leave it
Ill give you the choice
But itll snow in hell
Before I lower my voice
I live it, I breathe it
I gotta have more
Its full blast
And this means war
The power, the glory
Its callin my name
I wont start to
Play their game cause im
Proud to be loud
Proud to be loud
Im proud to be loud
And Ill never
Turn it down again no!!
Proud to be loud
Proud to be loud
Im proud,
Proud to be loud
song performed by by Pantera
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