The Crocodile
How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!
poem by Lewis Carroll
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How doth the Bee Improve His Salary? - Parody Isaac WATTS – How doth the Bee
How doth the Bee Improve His Salary?
How doth the busy little bee
prepare for flower power,
when honey garnered, daily spree,
will wax, - no waning hour?
The answer’s plain as plain can be,
hive votes for poll_en_dower,
for feathered nests with polity
Reps wait to line their bower...
Those set up in authority
elected seem to scour,
for “cash and carry” not to be
declared, - gold’s welcome shower.
As Tweedle Dum(b) and Tweedle Dee
In, Out, Out, In, they lobby,
when crime’s unmasked, like rats we see
them scuttle, scatter, cower.
Once thought of pristine ivory
a mirage proves their tower,
packed jokers under lock and key
we bankroll though we glower.
Was Weldon’s seniority
well done? the joke turns sour.
The verdict of posterity –
twelve years, repentance dour.
But most escape the legal see,
themselves enrich, empower,
but who, who cast first stone, are we
who fellow-men devour?
© Jonathan Robin 4 December 2005 and 14 November 2006 Parody Isaac WATTS – How doth the Bee
How doth the Bee
How doth the little busy bee
improve each shining hour,
and gather honey all the day
from every opening flower!
How skillfully she builds her cell!
How neat she spreads the wax!
And labors hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.
In works of labor or of skill,
I would be busy too;
For Satan finds some mischief still
for idle hands to do...
Birds in their little nests agree
and ‘tis a shameful sight,
when children of one family
fall out, and chide, and fight.
Isaac WATTS 1674_1748 - Against Idleness and Mischief
Parody of Dr. Watts, by an Anti Smoker
How doth the nasty, dirty man,
go smoking every hour;
and spend his money wastefully
on Old Nick’s favourite flower.
How wistfully he seeks his pipe,
how glad he doth it light,
and smokes the foul thing all the day,
and feels quite ill at night.
In shag, bird’s eye, or honey-dew,
his mind is ever fast;
and Satan knows to his he’s due,
for he’ll get him at last.
Author Unknown: Parody Isaac WATTS
How doth the Little Crocodile
How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws.
Lewis CARROLL Parody Isaac WATTS - How Doth the Bee
Another Terc-ish Atrocity by a Sceptical Sufferer
How doth the little Busy Bee
Insert his poisoned stings,
And kill the keen rheumatic pain
That mortal muscle wrings!
Great Scott! It sounds so like a sell!
Bee-stings for rheumatiz?
As well try wasps to make one well.
That TERC must be a quiz.
Rather would I rheumatics bear
Than try the Busy Bee.
No, Austrian TERC, your cure may work!
But won't be tried on me!
PUNCH 4 October 1890 Parody Isaac WATTS - How Doth the Bee
(note :) Turk and Terc... An Austrian physician, Dr. TERC, prescribes bee-stings as a cure for rheumatism
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Crocodile
Crocodile
No you wont make me jealous
That she left me for him
Scene one standing
Crushed on landing
You may have walked out
But Ill swallow up my fate
Scene two sitting
Man in kitchen
Bit cold and lifeless like
The burger on my plate
But theres one emotion Im afraid of
Hear him scratching gently to be fed
I cant stand it when he sits there smiling
I dont want him nesting in my head
Crocodile
No you wont make me jealous
That she left me for him
Get away
Crocodile
No you wont make me jealous
Im not letting you in
Scene three lying (through his backteeth)
Speared and dying (bitten beneath)
Ill crawl the wall to hand there
Skinned and stuffed with drink
But theres one emotion Im controlling
Green eyed monster with his jaws spread wide
(but hes your pet now
You cant run away and hide)
I cant stand it when he sits there crying
I dont want to throw myself inside
Crocodile
Getaway
(crocodile
With the jaded jealous smile)
song performed by by Xtc
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Nile Crocodile In The Sunshine
The Nile Crocodile
needs to lie in the sun
to digest her
crocodilean breakfast
and longs for a swim
in the cool blue water
though it is winter
in Crocodile country
the evergreen leaves
sparkle with drops of diamond
in winter’s silvery sun
sky shining in brilliant blue
the Nile Crocodile
lies in the sunshine
warming her cold-blooded skin
guilty as ever
for not checking the kids
or helping with homework
leaving the kitchen
in a state of horror
tonight she’ll feel terror
when taken to task
but right now in the sun
warming up for the dive
into the icy water
she’s as happy as
a warm-blooded creature
all the cold-blooded fears
and broken-heart tears
forgotten for a
while...
poem by Margaret Alice
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Ancient Egyptian Women Bathe In River Nile
The River Nile, the sphinx, the pyramids,
ask questions of us all, as do the bodies,
skin tones, sweet sweat, female Egyptians.
Ra and Nile melt golden skin colours,
into fresh taste of sacred Nile waters,
pyramids watch longing as Nile floods.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Crocodile's Toothache
Oh the Crocodile
Went to the dentist
And sat down in the chair,
And the dentist said, 'Now tell me, sir,
Why does it hurt and where?'
And the Crocodile said, 'I'll tell you the truth.
I have a terrible ache in my tooth.'
And he opened his jaws so wide, so wide,
That the dentist he climbed right inside,
And the dentist laughed, 'Oh, isn't this fun?'
As he pulled the teeth out, one by one.
And the Crocodile cried, 'You're hurting me so!
Please put down your pliers and let me go.'
But the dentist just laughed with a Ho Ho Ho,
And he said, 'I still have twelve to go --
Oops, that's the wrong one, I confess.
But what's one crocodile's tooth, more or less?'
Then suddenly the jaws went snap,
And the dentist was gone right off the map.
And where he went one could only guess...
To North or South or East or West...
He left no forwarding address.
But what's one dentist more or less?
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Life Becomes An Experience Of Wild Delight
I’m convinced that the karma I have to carry,
laid upon me by the Western heritage while
being born in Africa, where maize is the staple
and I’m allergic up to suffocating; is the result
of negative levels of consciousness inherited
from many previous lifetimes living in abject
misery – now is my chance to raise the vibrations –
this crocodile-mind driving me to seek knowledge
and information at the speed of a Grand Prix,
might help to raise my state of consciousness
From its normal level of three, where life seems
meaningless, through level four where life seems
futile at times, to level five with its bubbly feeling
of happiness; and level six – the magical state where
life becomes an experience of wild delight - I have
to acquiesce to the Nile-Crocodile and its anti-social
demands; when Alice wants to go out and socialize;
when Cinderella dreams of beautiful gowns, pumpkin
coaches and footmen; the Nile-Crocodile simply
says no; when the little Alien comes down
From the rafters and demands to have some fun -
the Nile-Crocodile threatens to eat him; the crocodile
mind insists upon seeing the physical world as a
wooden illusion of Maya; saying that masked people
playing charades are wearying beyond expression;
that a good book is the only thing between the
crocodile mind and reptilian suicide...
poem by Margaret Alice
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Tails
A lion has a tail and a very fine tail,
And so has an elephant, and so has a whale,
And so has a crocodile, and so has a quail–
They’ve all got tails but me.
If I had sixpence I would buy one;
I’d say to the shopman, ‘Let me try one’;
I’d say to the elephant, ‘This is my one.’
They’d all come round to see.
Then I’d say to the lion, ‘Why, you’ve got a tail!
And so has the elephant, and so has the whale!
And, look! There’s a crocodile! He’s got a tail!
You’ve all got tails like me!’
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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In The Fashion
A lion has a tail and a very fine tail
And so has an elephant and so has a whale,
And so has a crocodile, and so has a quail-
They’ve all got tails but me.
If I had sixpence I would buy one;
I’d say to the shopman, ‘Let me try one’;
I’d say to the elephant, ‘This is my one.’
They’d all come round to see.
Then I’d say to the lion, ‘Why, you’ve got a tail!
And so has the elephant, and so has the whale!
And, look! There’s a crocodile! He’s got a
tail !
You’ve all got tails like me!’
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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Rain (Ulan)
Pour down gently
oh rain,
and let the children
whose innocence
will soon end
play with you
joyfully.
Pour down gently
oh rain,
and tenderly caress
the lonely hearts
of broken love.
Pour down gently
oh rain,
and let the hearts
of the young lovers
be united.
Pour down gently
oh rain,
and with your raindrops
I beg you
to hide these tears
in my eyes.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Good Friday
A recipe for thought:
Take a pair of scales
as large as the boundless human mind,
and into one scale
pour all the goodness in the world that you can see
carefully
and into the other,
all the evil in the world that you can see;
into the first scale now add
all the joy that you have known
(the joy of others you can never measure)
and into the other, all the misery,
(the misery of others you can never measure) :
into the first, add all the laughter you can remember,
and into the second, all the tears;
and now, from the cupboards of your heart,
add what you will
to either scale:
the hopes and fears
of all the years.
now give one day each year
to the watching of these scales
and see if slowly, gently, as we watch
with all our love
the scales
move
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Against Idleness and Mischief
How doth the little busy Bee
Improve each shining Hour,
And gather Honey all the day
From every opening Flower!
How skilfully she builds her Cell!
How neat she spreads the Wax!
And labours hard to store it well
With the sweet Food she makes.
In Works of Labour or of Skill
I would be busy too:
For Satan finds some Mischief still
For idle Hands to do.
In Books, or Work, or healthful Play
Let my first Years be past,
That I may give for every Day
Some good Account at last.
poem by Isaac Watts
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The Story of River Nile with Egyptian Women
Once upon a time in the beautiful ancient Egypt
The sun asked the river Nile
From where you got this golden color?
The river Nile said
It's the color of the Egyptian women skin
When they come to bath
I melt some of their skin's color
The sphinx asked the river Nile
From where you got this sweet taste? The river Nile said
My sweetness is from the sweat of the Egyptian women.
The pyramid asked the river Nile
Why you flooding up every year
The river Nile said
When i feel longing to have more women
The Egyptian men protested against the Nile
Please stop your sexual harass
They always come back asking for more
The river Nile asked
So do you give them what they need?
The Egyptian men said
Yes we must do..We can't resist their temptation.
The same with me
The river Nile said.
poem by hosny Soliman
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Merciful Maker of Waters and Whiles
Merciful Maker of waters and whiles,
Spare please my son from the fierce crocodiles,
Then he too will know you.
I'll rear him to fear you.
He cannot survive in the waters of the Nile.
This trial is too great! The boy is my child!
O Merciful Maker of waters and whiles,
Spare please my son from the fierce crocodiles.
Pharoah's command is most certainly vile:
'Kill each boy child born in all of Israel! '
I hear mothers weeping.
The monsters are feasting.
A child's meat is sweet to those beasts in the Nile.
Revile this intrusion lest I fall beguiled,
O Merciful Maker of waters and whiles.
Spare please my son from the fierce crocodiles!
Alas, and I fear never more will I smile.
They've taken my baby boy down to the Nile.
My son is not screaming.
It sounds like he's singing;
Though soon he will bathe as among pedophiles.
Denial will not spare him nor savoring bile.
O Merciful Maker of waters and whiles,
Spare please my son from the fierce crocodiles.
Merciful Maker of waters and whiles,
Who spared not my son from the fierce crocodiles,
But spared instead Moses,
And he will deliver
All children of Israel from out of the Nile.
In this trial I'll praise you and smile in this while,
O Merciful Maker of waters and whiles,
Who spared not my son from the fierce crocodiles.
Deliverer Moses resembles your child,
O Merciful Maker of waters and whiles;
Though Moses was rescued
But your son not spared-
Devoured his flesh as with beasts of the Nile.
You meanwhile were pleased as you stood by and smiled,
O Merciful Maker of waters and whiles,
Who spared not your own son to make me your child.
How doth the little buissy bee
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!
How skilfully she builds her cell!
How neat she spreads the wax!
And labors hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.
In works of labor or of skill,
I would be busy too;
For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.
In books, or work, or healthful play,
Let my first years be passed,
That I may give for every day
Some good account at last.
poem by Isaac Watts from Divine Songs Attempted in Easy Language for the Use of Children (1715)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Orion's Belt Pyramids
The River Nile,
the sphinx,
the pyramids,
haunt humanity
with mystic life
giving generations
golden waters,
questions
transforming
mind body
through time,
echo trio stars
Orion's Belt
in star sky
ground images,
as River Nile flows
through Egypt mirrors
Milky Way constellation
in
night
skies.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Golden Fish
Golden colour
fishes...
Flying on the
Bigest gloub
Morden glass
Bottle...
In side the water
Fishes wa flying
Smothely...
Fevarate some food
Also given the fishes...
For my home;
Fish as also catch
And eat the food
Slowly with nice...
I was enjoy it...
But;
Fishes was try to
Come out of the glass bottle....
Why? ? ?
The fishes want to swime
And live some were...
Not or the beautfull bottle....! ! !
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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All Beguiling
The crocodile is smiling,
life is all beguiling while
reading the true story of
the greatest cataclysm to
shape our civilization
Moses, Tutankhamun and
The Atlantis Myth, told in
ACT OF GOD by Graham
Phillips - crocodile in pink
with magic wand in purple
On the crocodile computer,
affixed to the screen; purple
fairy wings bewitching the
rest of the office also
This is a day of magic, the
crocodile found a book on
the crumbling foundations
that shook our civilization…
Graham Phillips “ACT OF GOD” 1998 Pan Books
poem by Margaret Alice
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Smilin'
The cover of a magazine, nothing but a paper dream
Just another fantasy for sale
Telling me what I need, what I should do, who I should be
That stuff don't matter to me at all
The sky is blue and the sun is shining
I feel like a bum with a pocket full of diamonds
I'm free as a bird and my spirit's flying
That's enough to keep me smiling
Guru man on my TV set, selling the secrets to happiness
1-800-Change-Your-Life-Today
Dreams, I've got my own; I ain't looking for a yellow-brick-road
I'm just gonna go my own way
The sky is blue and the sun is shining
I feel like a bum with a pocket full of diamonds
I'm free as a bird and my spirit's flying
That's enough to keep me smiling
Smiling (smiling), smiling (smiling)
The sky is blue and the sun is shining
I feel like a bum with a pocket full of diamonds
I'm free as a bird and my spirit's flying
That's enough to keep me smiling
I'm still smiling, gotta keep on smiling
I'm still smiling
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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Golden ginger Persian cat (Terzanelle)
You walk right up to me
with your striped tail in the air,
a hunter to the nth degree
with golden ginger hair,
you become a machine with claws and slim curves,
with your striped tail in the air
at the ready with nerves
at a razor’s edge,
you become a machine with claws and slim curves,
suddenly with electricity, sneaking up to the hedge
staring intently, ready to strike
at a razor’s edge,
waiting patiently like a shrike
with poise
staring intently, ready to strike
loosing interest and without any noise
you walk right up to me
with poise,
a hunter to the nth degree.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Smiling
(bill luther, aimee mayo, chris lindsey, marv green)
The cover of a magazine, nothing but a paper dream
Just another fantasy for sale
Telling me what I need, what I should do, who I should be
That stuff dont matter to me at all
The sky is blue and the sun is shining
I feel like a bum with a pocket full of diamonds
Im free as a bird and my spirits flying
Thats enough to keep me smiling
Guru man on my tv set, selling the secrets to happiness
1-800-change-your-life-today
Dreams, Ive got my own; I aint looking for a yellow-brick-road
Im just gonna go my own way
The sky is blue and the sun is shining
I feel like a bum with a pocket full of diamonds
Im free as a bird and my spirits flying
Thats enough to keep me smiling
Smiling (smiling), smiling (smiling)
The sky is blue and the sun is shining
I feel like a bum with a pocket full of diamonds
Im free as a bird and my spirits flying
Thats enough to keep me smiling
Im still smiling, gotta keep on smiling
Im still smiling
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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