The Cosinic Curve
Callithumpus Kevin Kerr was a young astronomer,
Rich and handsome, eligible, sound and single,
Somewhat absent as to mind, and peculiarly inclined
To allow his love quest and his work to mingle.
'Jupiter,' said he, 'and Mars, all fixed and unfixed stars
And their orbits mid the circular have tarried;
There is nothing straight nor square in the heavens anywhere
Which reminds me, I should think of getting married.'
Clementina Mumphin-Moore was a modern girl who wore
Slinky frocks, and her slimming concentrated.
Thus, her health was far from good; but Matilda Mabel Wood
Was circular in shape - cats said 'inflated.'
Both these girls, the thick and thin, were most interested in
Callithumpus Kevin Kerr, who so auterely
Walked with face turned to the sky; each one rolled a roguish eye
'With view above,' for each one loved him dearly.
Callithumpus Kerr one day went a-mumbling on his way,
And both maids watched him as he conned his table:
'Jupiter, the Moon and Mars, all the fixed and unfixed stars
Are circular in shape - why, hello, Mabel!'
Clementina, oh, so slim, was invisible to him.
But he gazed at Mabel as he thought of Saturn.
Then he said, quite suddenly, 'Mabel! Will you marry me?
For an astronomer you're just the pattern.'
Thro' a crevice in the floor Clementina Mumphin-Moore
Slipped; and no one ever heard of her thereafter.
Mabel wed her clever Kerr, and their home, so friends aver,
Is a place of curves and meals and happy laughter.
Girls! Be warned in time; because certain universal laws
Rule creation, and you may not monkey with 'em.
Mold yourselves upon old mars and the fixed and unfixed stars,
For slim and slinky girls 'ain't got no rhythm.'
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Grey-eyed mabel
I gazed on orbs of flashing black;
I met the glow of hazel light;
I marked the hue of laughing blue,
That sparkled in the festive night.
But none could fling a lasting spell
To hold me with unchanging power--
The chains they cast were never fast
Beyond the gay and fleeting hour--
Till Grey-eyed Mabel's gentle glance,
With blushing sense and beauty rife,
Bade my soul cry with burning sigh,
'I'm thine, and only thine, for life.'
Black, blue, and hazel stars have set,
But Mabel's grey eyes lead me yet.
What was it in sweet Mabel's eyes
That told me what no others told,
That roused the dull, that pleased the wise,
That charmed the young and cheered the old?
What was it held my world-worn breast
In holy thrall--unknown before?
What was it those grey eyes expressed
That made me worship and adore?
It was the pure and tender ray
That filled those eyes in joy or woe;
It was the beam that could not play
Without the fountain stream below;
It was the beam of simple truth,
Of Woman's faith and trusting Youth.
Those soft, grey eyes were watched by mine
With earnest, deep, and secret prayer;
I knew, I felt, my earthly shrine
Was found and fixed for ever--there.
I poured my heart one moonlit night
Into sweet Mabel's listening ear;
Our mutual vow, from then till now,
Bound each to each--fond, firm, and dear.
Our boys and girls are growing round,
And all give promise, brave and fair,
But one, young cherub form is found
First in my love, my hope, my care.
And why?--ah! why? My soul replies,
'She has dear Mabel's soft, grey eyes.'
poem by Eliza Cook
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Under The Black Skies
She is my friend
And she walks the street of Toronto with her husband and Mabel her Belog Dog under black skies
But the rain keeps falling down non stop
And poor Mabel gets wet from the rain
And my friend and her husband is wearing their raincoats amd they have Their umbrella open and they are holding it while they walk
But my friend and her husband and Mabel are the only people that are Walking in the streets of Toronto
Also I believe that the rain will clean the air today and will make it Easier for us to breath for once
poem by Aldo Kraas
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San Francisco Mabel Joy
This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the some days are diamonds album, and has also been released on the changes album.
His daddy was a simple man, just a red dirt georgia farmer
And his momma spent her young life havin kids and balin hay
He had fifteen years and an ache inside to wander
So he hopped a freight in waycross and wound up in l.a.
Lord, the cold nights had no pity on a waycross, georgia farm boy
Most days he went hungry, then the summer came
He met a girl known on the strip as san franciscos mabel joy
Destitutions child born of an l.a. street called shame
Growin up came quietly in the arms of mabel joy
Laughter found their mornings brought meaning to his life
Yes, the night before she left sleep came and left that waycross, georgia boy
With dreams of georgia cotton and a california wife
Sunday morning found him standin neath the red light at her door
When a right cross sent him reelin, put him face down on the floor
In place of mabel joy he found a merchant mad marine
Who growled, your georgia neck is red but sonny, youre still green
He turned twenty-one in a gray rock fedral prison
The old judge had no mercy for a waycross, georgia boy
Starin at those four gray walls in silence he would listen
To that midnight freight he knew would take him back to mabel joy
Sunday mornin found him standin neath the red light at her door
With a bullet in his side, he cried, have you seen mabel joy?
Stunned and shaken someone said, why, shes not here no more
She left this house four years today, they say shes lookin for some gergia farm boy
Words and music by mickey newbury
song performed by by John Denver
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Lady Mabel
Side by side with Lady Mabel
Sate I, with the sunshade down;
In the distance hummed the Babel
Of the many-footed town;
There we sate with looks unstable-
Now of tenderness, of frown.
``Must we part? or may I linger?
Wax the shadows, wanes the day.''
Then, with voice of sweetest singer
That hath all but died away,
``Go,'' she said; but tightened finger
Said articulately, ``Stay!''
Face to face with Lady Mabel,
With the gauzy curtains drawn,
Till a sense I am unable
To portray began to dawn;
Till the slant sun flung the gable
Far athwart the sleepy lawn.
``Now I go. Adieu, adieu, love!
This is weakness; sweet, be strong.
Comes the footfall of the dew, love!
Philomel's reminding song.''
``Go,'' she said; ``but I go too, love!
Go with you, my life along!''
Breast to breast with Lady Mabel,
Shrouded by the courteous night,
Baffling all the forms of fable
To describe our dreams aright;
And as pure as gifts of Abel,
In the Omnipresent sight.
poem by Alfred Austin
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Mabel and Walt
Mabel and Walt were lovers lying down,
but standing up or sitting around,
they hated each other
even when both were sober.
The kids will vouch for that
provided you can find them
these many decades later.
I saw those kids 30 years ago,
on a gray Thanksgiving Day,
scattering like wasps from a hive
blown from an eave by a storm.
They ran in different directions
far from their ancient trailer.
Wherever they went
no one seems to know.
But now they'll turn up,
you can bet on that,
once they find out Mabel
shot Walt and then herself.
The Will startled all the locals.
Quite a bit of money,
according to the town lawyer.
He's offering a big reward
to anyone who finds the kids.
poem by Donal Mahoney
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I Gotta Girl
6, 7, 8, 9, 10 lou bega on a trip would all come in
With a little bit of this and a little bit of that
You can get what you see you can see what get
And I bet that you all a little bit excited
If you want an autograph: honey I can write it !
I got girls worldwide on the planet
Some called whitney and some called janet
I gotta girl in paris I gotta girl in rome
I even gotta girl in the vatican dome
I gotta girl right here I gotta girl right there
And I gotta girlfriend everywhere
I gott girl on the moon I gott girl on mars
I even gotta girl that likes to dance on the stars
I gotta girl right here and one right there
And I gotta girlfriend everywhere
From miami beach to beluga bay
From the milky way to east l.a:
From st. tropez to may home cafe
Thats my way and I do it like day by day in
Afrika - amerika - europe and australia
Asia - canada - I take em all and marry her
India - arabia - to the girls of germany
All around the planet you can be my fantasy
I gotta girl in paris I gotta girl in rome
I even gotta girl in the vatican dome
I gotta girl right here I gotta girl right there
And I gotta girlfriend everywhere
I gott girl on the moon I gott girl on mars
I even gotta girl that likes to dance on the stars
I gotta girl right here and one right there
And I gotta girlfriend everywhere
You and me - no matter where you from baby -
No matter where you from baby - baby only you and me
I gotta girl in paris I gotta girl in rome
I even gotta girl in the vatican dome
I gotta girl right here I gotta girl right there
And I gotta girlfriend everywhere
I gott girl on the moon I gott girl on mars
I even gotta girl that likes to dance on the stars
I gotta girl right here and one right there
And I gotta girlfriend everywhere
song performed by by Lou Bega
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Another Economic Riddle
I venerate economists
As very learned blokes,
But when in paradox they speak
Their meaning oft I vainly seek,
Suspecting subtle jokes.
They say the whole world's down and out;
But here's what I can't see:
If every land, beyond all doubt,
In all the world is up the spout -
Then who's the mortgagee?
Do we owe money in the moon,
Or some celestial land?
Or have we creditors in Mars,
Or other fixed and unfixed stars,
Who hold our notes of hand?
If not, why all the fuss and fret?
I've conned it o'er and o'er,
And find no clear solution yet.
If all the earth is deep in debt,
Who is the creditor?
When men go into bankruptcy
The case is plain as day:
What is not in the dear wife's name
Grim creditors will promptly claim,
And assets melt away.
But when a whole wide world's in soak
And cannot raise the tin,
Here's where I half suspect a joke:
When all the earth goes stoney broke,
Who puts the bailiffs in?
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Despite my love I seem to flicker in and out of your life
Like now you're wiser
With bitter knowledge and
Romantic dreams
At your loving best you
Love me like you're loving a god
You tantalize me and you make
Me feel wanted and desired
Ah...Mabel! Mabel!
The shadow of you looms
Large over my feeble self
At your worst you're
The soundless slayer of my heart
You give me the bits and the
Pieces of your heart that I want
You give me the morsels
Of the numerous that the world
Cannot offer me
You break my heart and you make me
Your little plaything
Despite my love I seem to flicker
In and out of your life
End the one sided contest and
Make me believe in you
Show me a blade of your honesty
And let me be the brilliant
Star that shines in you heart
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Glorious Memories
Sitting in Moe Fine’s
Ice Cream Emporium
on Flatbush Avenue
after Hannah McGill’s funeral
I said, “So many teachers passed away
the last nineteen years...not the same.”
“Remember Vinnie Weed? ” asked Henry F
“Funny guy
hadn’t thought of him in awhile.”
“Never forget, never
all the years
he wore that cheap mat on his head
and nobody said a word
everyone knew
not a word.”
“Mabel Figgnat, ” I sighed.
“Lord, yes
recall when she almost
crushed me to a pancake
after she slipped on the applesauce
and landed on me? ”
“Thought you was a goner for sure
only thirty-three
when she passed
think she wanted to kill herself
after her husband passed away
eating two dozen jelly donuts a day
with a heart condition.”
“NEVER THINK SUCH A THOUGHT
ABOUT MABEL, ” thundered Henry F.
I quickly said,
“Jacob Friedman.”
“His wife a shrink
but didn’t do him much good
man talked
but never made sense. What a guy! ”
“Huh? ”
“Don’t you see, Bernstein? His cuckooness
added to the flavor
of the stew.”
“Sam Greenbaum, ” I sighed;
“THE LAST HIPPIE, ” exploded Henry F,
“wish he was back with us
always had a joke to tell.”
“Matilda Frisby, ” I blurted out.
“And Mary Eato, ” chuckled Henry F.
“No more
no more names
my heart hurts.”
“God is good, ” said Henry F.
“You’re an atheist
how many times you said
God and Hitler
could never exist in the same Universe.”
“Not today when
a dear friend
journeys into the Great Beyond.”
“The Almighty don’t allow
a part-time believer.”
“You can’t figure out what God thinks
nobody has such understanding
else they’d be wise as Him
and there ain’t not a person on Earth like that
yes, my friend,
all the departed souls are up there,
looking at us
hearing what we say
a great comfort it is.”
“You’ve been an atheist for nineteen years! ”
“Not today!
Today I know in my heart
the whole of Creation
moves toward
the Perfection of Heaven.”
poem by Charles Chaim Wax
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Girls Against Boys
Imagine a world where the girls, girls rule the earth
Imagine a world where the boys, boys could give birth
Would it be better that way?
Would it be more fun?
Would it be ecstasy?
Would it be a revolution?
Imagine a world where the girls, girls rule the earth
1:
Girls against boys, boys against the girls
Girls against boys, who would rule the world?
Girls against boys, boys against the girls
Girls against boys, who would rule the world?
Imagine a world where the girls, girls run the show
Imagine a world where the boys, boys were told no
Would there be peace on earth? , no more guns
Would it be sexier or mass confusion?
Imagine a world where the girls, girls rule the earth
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Count bass-d:
Well I cook for you and I clean for you
2 kids for you, in your checkbook
Im on slim fast trying to get slimmer
But here you always wanna eat big macs for dinner
My sneakers got soaked while walking through a puddle
And when we get through, you dont even wanna cuddle
You need to check in when youre hanging with your friends
Trying to be like daddy is (? )
Being a man is hard like (? )
Ima take you to the 60s and burn my boxes
Yeah, and burn my boxers
You know what Im saying? (? )
Imagine a world where the girls, girls rule the earth
Imagine a world where the boys, boys could give birth
Would there be rocketships, way more fights?
Dress up everyday, more sattelites?
Would xena be queen? would there be more magazines?
Topless bars, super-fast cars, 90,000 trips to mars
Repeat 1 x2
song performed by by Vitamin C
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Who Stole Our Outhouse? (Fun Poem, But True)
Several drunken revellers were walking home late Saturday night
When they passed McDougal’s farm and they spied a sight
There behind the farmhouse was an old wooden shack
The outhouse stood tall and noble out back
One had a good idea for a jolly spoof
‘Lets lift the outhouse and put it the up on the roof.’
‘But which roof, there are several there? ’
The others looked and grinned ear to ear
‘Lets stick it on the barn, there is a ladder over there.’
So at two o’clock in the morning they went to work full of glee
But they had to be as quiet as could be
Tipping the outhouse on its side
They carried it to the barn
Then got the ladders from along side the farm house
They leant them against the wooden wall
Then pushed and pulled the outhouse to the roof
Placing it on the top, watched it dangle there
Someone found some wood
To wedge under it, to secure it there.
The drunken revellers made their retreat
They hide behind a hedge, and as they were beat
They fell asleep there before the fun began
McDougal awoke at five that morning
Out to the outhouse he went for a sit
He always said it helped with his concentration
Half asleep he wandered out to the back
Out to the little old wooden shack
As he went to open the door
He suddenly realised the outhouse wasn’t there anymore
‘EE Gads! ! ’ He shouted as he had nowhere to sit
He ran to tell his wife the lovely Mabel-Pitt
‘Someone has stolen our little old wooden shack
The one we love to sit in out back.’
Mabel-Pitt put on her dressing gown
And came down to the door
‘McDougal what are you shouting for? ’
‘Someone has stolen our outhouse and left us with only the pit.’
‘You mean our double seated place where we love to sit? ’
‘Yes my dear, it is really gone,
all that is left is a hole in the ground.’
‘There is no alternative McDougal, dear.’
‘What is that my honey beer? ’
‘You’ll have to sit behind the hedge.’
Unbeknown the revellers were fast asleep there.
As McDougal started to walk to the hedge
He spotted the shadow from the barn
There seemed to be something wrong there
Turning he gasped at the sight
There on the roof the outhouse stood out against the morning light
‘I have found it my Mabel-Pitt. It is up there.’
Pointing his finger skyward in the air.
‘Where? ’ she asked running in her dressing gown.
Then looked around and gave such a frown.
‘We can’t go up there for a sit,
there isn’t anything under it, not even a pit.’
poem by David Harris
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Balbus
I'll tell you the story of Balbus,
You know, him as builded a wall;
I'll tell you the reason he built it,
And the place where it happened an' all.
This 'ere Balbus, though only a Tackler,
Were the most enterprising of men;
He'd heard Chicken Farms were lucrative,
So he went out and purchased a hen.
'Twere a White Wyandot he called Mabel,
At laying she turned out a peach,
And her eggs being all double-yoked ones
He reckoned they'd fetch twopence each.
When he took them along to the market
And found that the eggs that sold best
Were them as came over from China
He were vexed, but in no ways depressed.
For Balbus, though only a Tackler,
In business were far from a dunce,
So he packed Mabel up in a basket
And started for China at once.
When he got there he took a small holding,
And selecting the sunniest part,
He lifted the lid of the basket
And said "Come on, lass... make a start!"
The 'en needed no second biddin',
She sat down and started to lay;
She'd been saving up all the way over
And laid sixteen eggs, straight away.
When the Chinamen heard what had happened
Their cheeks went the colour of mud,
They said it were sheer mass production
As had to be nipped in the bud.
They formed themselves in a committee
And tried to arrive at some course
Whereby they could limit the output
Without doing harm to the source.
At the finish they came to t' conclusion
That the easiest road they could take
Were to fill the 'en's nest up wi' scrap-iron
So as fast as she laid eggs they'd break.
When Balbus went out the next morning
To fetch the eggs Mabel had laid
He found nowt but shells and albumen
He were hipped, but in no ways dismayed.
For Balbus, though only a Tackler,
He'd a brain that were fertile and quick
He bought all the scrap-iron in t' district
To stop them repeating the trick.
But next day, to his great consternation
He were met with another reverse,
For instead of old iron they'd used clinker
And the eggs looked the same, or worse.
'Twere a bit of a set-back for Balbus,
But he wasn't downhearted at all,
And when t' Chinamen came round next evening
They found he were building a wall.
"That won't keep us out of your 'en 'ouse"
Said one, with a smug kind of grin;
It's not for that purpose," said Balbus,
"When it's done, it will keep you lot in."
The Chinamen all burst out laffing,
They thowt as he'd gone proper daft
But Balbus got on wi' his building
And said "He laffed last who last laffed."
Day by day Balbus stuck to his building,
And his efforts he never did cease
Till he'd builded the Great Wall of China
So as Mabel could lay eggs in peace.
poem by Marriott Edgar
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Boys & Girls
Boys and girls come out to play, playing till theyre old and grey
Time to leave the old school suit, grown ups can be real cute
Do you think theyre wiser than in the past
How long do you think its gonna last
I dont have to prove to you adults can be kidding too
Boys and girls I love you dearly
But I hate to have you near me
Boys and girls - ahh
Boys and girls - ahh
Boys and girls - ahh
Boys and girls stay home today
Think theyre more mature that way
Secret friends can soon be found
Indiscretions underground
Maybe growing up can seem more graceful
If they make their style become more tasteful
With your looks you could go far
But better watch the calendar-iahhh
(the sound of a church wedding)
Boys and girls I love you dearly
But I hate to have you near me
Boys and girls - ahh
Boys and girls - ahh
Boys and girls - ahh
Boys and girls I love you dearly
But I hate to have you near me
Boys and girls I love you dearly
But I hate to have you near me
Boys and girls - ahh
Boys and girls - ahh
Boys and girls - ahh
song performed by by Human League
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You've Got Me
You've got me,
Beaming down from the stars.
You've got me,
Leaping Venus and Mars.
And passing by Jupiter,
Somersaulting in...
Cosmic fever.
You've got me,
Glued and magnetized too.
You've got me,
And I am glad it is you.
I'm leaping Venus and Mars...
Somersaulting as I vault,
With Cosmic fever.
You've got me,
Glued and magnetized too.
You've got me,
And I am glad it is you.
You've got me...
Stuck in Universal fever.
You've got me,
Beaming down from the stars.
You've got me,
Leaping Venus and Mars.
And passing by Jupiter,
Somersaulting in...
Cosmic fever.
You've got me,
Glued and magnetized too.
You've got me,
And I am glad it is you.
I'm leaping Venus and Mars...
Somersaulting as I vault,
With Cosmic fever.
You've got me,
Leaping Venus and Mars.
Somersaulting in...
Cosmic fever.
And you've got me,
Leaping Venus and Mars.
Somersaulting in...
Cosmic fever.
Yes...
I guess,
You've got me,
Leaping Venus and Mars.
Somersaulting in...
Cosmic fever.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is There Life on Mars?
Up Up Up and Up into outer space
one giant leap for man and the human race,
blasting up towards that heavenly place
did you see aliens or angels face to face?
What's it like to walk on the Moon
do you think there's life on Mars or Neptune?
is time in space really fast or very slow
answers to questions wed all like to know.
When your so high amongst the stars in the sky
are you in awe, do you wonder, do you ask why?
they say you can feel the presence of God
when floating about in your space capsule pod.
From tiny Pluto to the red planet of Mars
Comets, Black Holes, and Shooting Stars,
mysteries and wonders so far away
where twenty four hours don't make up a day.
But after all of these years what do we find?
that there's no other life to worry mankind
but rockets still ascend up so high
leaving us earthlings to ask the question why?
poem by Kevin Halls
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Plus Size
Are u a plus size girl?
Now dun be mad, girl
Just stating a fact, girl
Not that you overeat, girl
Sometimes it could be, girl
A medical condition, girl
Stuck in that position, girls
Being a woman, girls
Juggling career, family, girls
Going into menopause, girls
Can play havoc, girls
To our weight, girls
Hormones at play, girls
Or lack of it, girls
Plus size is in, girls
Throw the diet in the bin, girls
Sexy curves, girls
See Mad Men, girls
See Marilyn Monroe, girls
See Adele, girls
See dropp Dead Diva, girls
See Glee, girls
Watching diet's a pain, girls
So what if we gain, girls
Nobody, nobody but you, girls
Decides what you, girls
Want to be and do, girls
Key is Attitude, girls
Be cool. Peace out!
Death of a Therapist
Sitting in a black chair
After a heavy drink
Hanging from a light fitting
Face down on the floor
Who killed the therapist?
Nobody is sure
That night she left the latch off
The back door
There was a twitchy curtain at number 24
A psychotic son aged 21 and on the run
The cops are looking for
Was it in the dish she ate at exactly a quarter past eight
Every night
She had turned an awful shade of green a ghastly sight!
Or was it in the glass of burgundy she liked to drink at nine
Did someone tamper with her chicken kievs?
Did someone spike her wine?
Or did she simply DIE?
YES DIE Lie DEAD as a dodo for hours on the floor?
No flowers, no wild applauses
Just behind the door
The coroner had a twitch when he said 'Natural causes'
But still they're looking for
A man called moses who leaves roses for the poor and outside unsuspecting doors
The curtain twitcher at number24
A chef called mabel who had a problem with drink and spoke to the shrink, face to face, leaving a gift of fine burgundy wine in a bright
yellow case on the side
A son on the run with a gun who hated his mum and thought the shrink had taken her in, to hide her from him
Were they 'Identical twins? '
An old man with a dribble and a grudge with an oversized head
Had wished the shrink dead
For stealing his fudge and leaving him cold in his bed
Or casinova Dan tha 'man' she left him for
Who left her lipstick love notes by the door
Afraid that she would stalk him kept his bunny by his bed
Then fled after finishing her off
Settling the dust of an unsettled score?
The mystery remains unsolved
But much later dead clients were found
One lying in the laundry basket 'upside down'
A body floating in the swimming pool where she had drowned
And a cupboard full of strangers hanging up with coats
Marked 'lost and found! '
The therapist had been a serial killer for sometime
Some put put it down to ingesting Mabel's 'Toxic wine'
Mabel was arrested for her brutal crime
But a shadow of doubt was cast across the jury
Because she always arrived after nine never in time
And the wine on the side was not red
Rumour has it she hit her head
Fell back in the chair
Slid onto the floor
And was found face down
By Mabel who broke down the door
All admitted she took fright and quitted the scene in shock
Without calling the cops
She was acquitting found Not Guilty! for knocking her off
Sent to rehab to dry out threw all her licquor out
But a shadow of doubt still continues to hang over,
Casanova Dan
The dribbling man
The son on the run with a gun, only 21
And now postman called Fred
Who found mrs P dead at number 24
And was seen to be dragging a large parcel away from the door
poem by Yvette Smith
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A Garden Of Girls
KATE is like a violet, Gertrude's like a rose,
Jane is like a gillyflower smart;
But Laura's like a lily, the purest bud that blows,
Whose white, white petals veil the golden heart.
Girls in the garden--one and two and three--
One for song and one for play and one--ah, one for me!
Gillyflowers and violets and roses fair and fine,
But only one a lily, and that one lily mine!
Bertha is a hollyhock, stately, tall, and fair,
Mabel has the daisy's dainty grace,
Edith has the gold of the sunflower on her hair,
But Laura wears the lily in her face.
Girls in the garden--five and six and seven--
Three to take, and three to give, but one--ah! one is given--
Hollyhocks and daisies, and sunflowers like the sun,
But only one a lily, and that one lily won.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Counting the Stars
Fred spent his childhood playing guitars,
Hunting for rabbits and counting the stars;
When he got older he sat around bars
Drinking tequila and smoking cigars.
Then somebody told him they thought he was dumb
And he knew that at last his moment had come -
He constructed a rocket and travelled to Mars
And that's where you'll find him watching the stars.
Fred was unusual, give him his due,
He certainly achieved more than me or you,
He didn't waste money on girls or fast cars,
He knew that his talent was in counting the stars.
So if you're depressed and haven't a clue
Just think about Fred and you'll know what to do,
Don't waste all your money on girls and fast cars,
Just relax and be happy counting the stars!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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All For You
I had a walk the other day
To meet someone I think you know
The air was cold
Skies were so grey
Somebody lay on the ground below
All for you
All for you
All for you
Came face to face
Felt so uneasy
Oh so confused as whats going on
Just could not move
Feel so affaid
Whisper the words
The words were said
All for you
All for you
All for you
Into the street
People can meet
Dont turn your back to the view
The silver blade can cut up your throat
I tell you now
cause I know its true
All for you
All for you
All for you
I had to walk the other day
To meet someone
All for you
Lyrics : j kerr music : burchill/kerr (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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