There once was a girl from Caerphilly
Who's clothes were all lacy and frilly;
They were poor insulation
It was no preparation
'Cause in winter Caerphilly is chilly.
(Written Sept 2012)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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There once was a cad from Dumfries
Accused of stealing some geese,
He was in a tight spot
But he cared not a jot
As he turned round and blamed his poor niece.
(Written Sept 2012)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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No E
E...lec...tricity
Why not Lectric let it be?
Where I come from, that's what we
Call it anyway you see.
(Written Sept 2012)
poem by John Carter Brown
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There once was a man from Dundee
Who got stuck up a Sycamore tree;
His friends rallied round
But could not get him down
So he floated right off on a key.
(Written Sept 2012)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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There once was a young man from Skye
Who would sit and continually cry;
It wasn't his debt
That made him upset,
But the dust that flew into his eye.
(Written Sept 2012)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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There omce was a fitter from Belfast
Who said that he was happy now at last;
'My gas-boiler leaked,
It blew and then I freaked,
And I was very nearly killed in the blast.'
(Written Sept 2012)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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There was a musician from Delhi
His favourite composer? - Corelli;
It wasn't Sitar
But in every bar
There was music to tickle your belly.
(Written Sept 2012)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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There once was a fellow from France
Who did a ridiculous dance;
It's not what you're thinking
He hadn't been drinking
His shoes were infested with ants.
(Written Sept 2012)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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Mirror Mirror Rhymes 06
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Why were you put there at all?
I don't like my face today
So, please look the other way.
(Written Sept 2012)
poem by John Carter Brown
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There once was a fellow from Tooting
Suspected of robbing and looting,
He was found with a gun
And was thought, 'on the run'
His excuse: 'I've been clay-pigeon shooting! '
(Written Sept 2012)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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There was a strange man from Kildare
Who, annoyed because people would stare,
Walked up the town
With his hat upside down
And pretended that he didn't care.
(Written Sept 2012)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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Mirror Mirror Rhymes 03
'Mirror Mirror on the wall
Why are you not in the hall?
This is where we comb our hair
So I think you'd be better there.'
(Written Sept 2012)
poem by John Carter Brown
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Mirror Mirror Rhymes 02
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Will today be fine or squall?
'How should I know, go and see
The weather-man on B.B.C.'
(Written Sept 2012)
poem by John Carter Brown
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Mirror Mirror Rhymes 05
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Do you even care at all?
Every question you reject
Even if we genuflect.
(Written Sept 2012)
poem by John Carter Brown
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Crazy Tradesmen Rhymes No4
I once knew a fellow in the music trade
He was known for the very little
Banjo he played;
His playing was erratic
And between you and me
The reason was the instrument
Kept rolling off his knee.
(Written Sept 2012)
poem by John Carter Brown
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Winter Is Calling
Winter is moving,
coming to claim
her space in open fields,
roof tops and traffic jams.
She comes winking,
proclaiming her time
and calling people to
feel her cold hands
and chilly warmth.
Now is time to open
the old wardrobes.
Take out the hats, gloves,
and other winter clothes.
Prepare them as winter
spreads her cape to
wherever she passes by
And smile as winter winks
at you with her generous hand.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Crazy Tradesmen Rhymes No5
I once knew a drummer in the music trade
Famous for the strange
Set of drums that he played;
They were made out of rubber
And between you and me
His rolls were tremendous
And as easy as could be.
(Written Sept 2012)
poem by John Carter Brown
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Poor Little Girl
Poor Little Girl
Nobody cares what she does
She only lives what she was
In her mind reliving thoughts of yesterday
‘til she finds she knows her way she’ll have to play poor little girl
Poor little girl
Why can’t she love what she’s seen
People don’t want her to’ve been
Wasting time and living in her yesterday
‘til she finds she knows her way she’ll have to play poor little girl
Poor little girl
Her heart will shoulder
Who she’s intended to be
She may never know her
Until she has set herself free
Harboring the darkest nights of yesterday
So until she finds her way she’ll have to play poor little girl
Poor little girl
She’s so important to me
I admit I use to be
Runnin’ never knowin’ of my destiny
Blessings in disguise today that end that play
Poor little girl,
Poor little girl
Poor little girl
Little girl’s me
Copyright 1969, Will Fiala
poem by Will Fiala
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Mirror Mirror Rhymes 04
Mirror Mirror up the tree
Why are you so mad with me?
'That joke you told', the mirror said,
'It cracked me up, and now I'm dead! '
(Written Sept 2012)
poem by John Carter Brown
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Me
I don't 'belong' to anyone,
As far as I can see
I am an individual
And no one's property;
I won't be owned by anyone,
Nor will I bend the knee,
A servant not, no matter what,
Nor ever will I be;
I'm not in thrall to anyone,
My master, I will be,
A unique human being,
I'm John, and simply me.
(Written Sept 2012)
poem by John Carter Brown
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Old Comrades Sept 9th,2012
OLD COMRADES Sept 9th,2012
By
James Bredin
Many of my old RCN comrades are now long dead,
Names in my memories or graveyard stones instead,
Mentioned at association meetings where memories are fading fast,
And I sometimes wonder, how much longer, will these good times last?
I'm sorry to even say this but soon enough I'll be dead,
I'd like to have Death With Dignity so that I can plan ahead,
It's not being dead that worries me - it's the painful dying part,
It's the suffering, the agony, the pain, the sorrow and falling apart.
It's the helplessness of having to obey our Supreme Court,
And what they did to Sue Rodriguez leaves me no comfort,
How do we change the legal system and what can we do?
I don't know about you but I don't even have a clue.
Sept 9th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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