She looks fatten to her fancy dress
Why did you give her an expensive dress?
This born slim girl floats in the Baroness's grand anniversary party.
Perhaps she may a Nanny in the Manor.
The infant cries pathetically instead of the Nanny's inner cry.
She smiles to the strangers showing her fancy dress.
Nobody knows her birthday that falls today.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I've given birth to five babies and I breastfed every single one of these babies. To think that government has to go out and buy my breast pump for my babies. You wanna talk about the nanny state? I think we just got the new definition of a nanny.
quote by Michele Bachmann
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It's Your Birthday
Surprise
Girl I bet you thought I had went and forgot
It's a special day
Tonight
Your gift will be something you will remember
For the rest of your days, yeah
(So get ready I'ma take you out)
And show you some love
(Show you what a party is all about)
Once we hit the club
It's your birthday (so let's party and have some fun, yeah)
It's your birthday (we'll dance 'til the morning comes, yeah)
Happy birthday (girl let's step the night away)
Happy birthday (yeah, and we're gonna celebrate, yeah)
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo
Ooh we'll be laughing and singing and grooving on the way (yeah)
With smiles upon our face (oh yeah) (yeah)
Nothing but VIP
Darling for you and me
And there's so many dancing feet
Dancing in harmony
(So get ready I'ma take you out)
And show you some love, yeah
(Show you what a party is all about)
Once we hit the club, yeah
It's your birthday (we're gonna party and have some fun)
It's your birthday (and we'll dance til the morning comes yeah)
Happy birthday (oh, let's step the night away)
Happy birthday (we're gonna celebrate)
Let's go
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo
Go Drea it's your birthday
Go Joanne it's your birthday
Go Jaya it's your birthday
Go Chanl it's your birthday
Go Angie it's your birthday
Go Julie it's your birthday
Go Ebony it's your birthday
Go Teshonda it's your birthday
Go Kim it's your birthday
Go Lisa it's your birthday
Go Divine it's your birthday
Go Simone it's your birthday
Go Vernice it's your birthday (it's your birthday)
Go Gina it's your birthday (it's your birthday)
Go Kat it's your birthday (it's your birthday)
Go Carmen it's your birthday (it's your birthday)
song performed by by R. Kelly
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The Nightmare On A Birthday
birthdays has been happy sense I could remember
it's not going like that forever
there is a twist in this tale
might as well bale
this birthday is on a little girl about to be sixteen
just happy to not be fifteen
no more waiting to drive a car
so you could go far
but instead of getting licence
she gets a poem from tim burton 'vincent'
instead of a happy party
that plays music loudly
the room is dark, scary, and colorful
I find that wonderful
but the girl did not find it perfect for her and her friends
this might be the end
but it doesn't end there
not ever
instead of a ice cream cake
the cake has poison and the frosting is fake
instead of a new ipod
she gets a head of a frog
instead of a party dress with pok-a-dots colored in pink
the dress is pitch black like black ink
instead of a boys
she gets attacking toys
instead of a playstasion three
there are bats and black cats lose free
the girl found it normal birthday for her
now and forever
it's a nightmare all right and also a dream come true
later after that she catched a small flu
but she was happy anyway
so have a happy day
poem by chella Death
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A Birthday Song
What's new in this September?
when I looked at the calendar.
Today is 13th day.
It's my sister's birthday.
I don't know if she knows it
But I almost forgot it.
Then I went to Facebook
To give my sister a surprised look.
I can't buy anything expensive
But I have something special to give.
I wrote a little song.
I called it ' A Birthday Song '.
I don't know if it's worth it.
But I'm sure it's not gonna be wasted.
It's a five-words quote
To my sister,25 years old.
' Happy Birthday to My Sister '
And Let's party together.
poem by Scott Willic
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Brownie
In a corner of the bedroom is a great big curtain,
Someone lives behind it, but I don't know who;
I think it is a Brownie, but I'm not quite certain.
(Nanny isn't certain, too.)
I looked behind the curtain, but he went so quickly -
Brownies never wait to say, "How do you do?"
They wriggle off at once because they're all so tickly
(Nanny says they're tickly too.)
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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America!
America!
"Take my flesh and give my dress"
The naked child cries
but not for the bread
"You may change tops
or you may not
but you never stop
to suck my blood"
"It is nice to you
to give my dress
when I put the dress
your wound will be lost"
Oh! my America!
listen child's words
Child's dress doesn't suit to you
give it back
poem by Harishan Arulseelan
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Reds
Red dress, red shoes,
A dancing moonlight reflecting from you
A diamond laced necklace, so cheap but expensive
Shining on through,
knowing a charged up essence of you jeweled
Will never escape the memory of you
Red dress, red shoes,
Ripples in the still breeze
Tracing the woods following footsteps made of you
Red dress red shoes,
I remember clearly the day I met you,
The beauty of you, red dress red shoes
Cold day, warm night
That red dress red shoes first entered my sight
Like a demon or devil, delving deeply to my heart, you entered my blood stream
With an evil curderling scream of art,
The ripping then began to start
This lady of red dress and red shoes
Enters the mind
Red dress, red shoes
Trapped in time
its true
poem by Daniel Richards
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Eminence Front
The sun shines
And people forget
The spray flies as the speedboat glides
And people forget
Forget theyre hiding
The girls smile
And people forget
The snow packs as the skier tracks
And people forget
Forget theyre hiding.
Behind an eminence front
Eminence front - its a put on.
Come on join the party
Dress to kill
Wont you come and join the party
Dress to kill.
The drinks flow
People forget
That big wheel spins, the hair thins
People forget
Forget theyre hiding
The news slows
People forget
The shares crash, hopes are dashed
People forget
Forget theyre hiding.
Behind an eminence front
Eminence front - its a put on
Come on join the party
Dress to
Come on join the party
Dress to
Come on join the party
Dress to
Come on join the party
Dress to kill
Dress yourself, dressed to kill.
Notes: corrected by mike flynn
song performed by by Who
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Louisa And Nanny
“Come on, ” said Louisa to Nanny,
“let’s go for a walk before it gets too hot.”
So off they went towards the forest,
on a path they had trodden a lot.
Without giving a thought about the season
and the beginning of the monsoon.
They walked and talked for an hour
on that pleasant early afternoon.
Without warning the heavens opened
and it poured with driving rain.
A ferocious gust of wind blew them
towards the dense bamboo cane.
It came unexpectedly from nowhere
its ferocity almost swept them off their feet.
Holding onto each other they found shelter
behind a huge tree trunk of teak.
Lightening was flashing continually
in the sky and all around.
A bolt of lightening stuck a nearby tree,
bringing it crashing down.
The branches barely missed them
as the storm continued to rage.
The torrential rain never paused for a second
as they peered through the rainy haze.
They could barely hear each other
above the sound of thunder, lightening, and rain.
The wind suddenly stopped its cruel intensity,
it was possible to see a short distance again.
Because the whole landscape looked different,
Louisa asked, “Which way should we go? ”
“I’ve lost my bearings completely, ” said Nanny,
“in fact I really don’t know.”
As they considered their best options
on the direction they must take.
They simultaneously wiped their eyes
to make sure of no mistake.
Nanny couldn’t believe what she was seeing,
a pregnant woman standing by the fallen tree.
She stood motionless for a minute and said,
“Tell me Louisa, is that a woman that I can see? ”
“I’m sorry Nanny, I can’t see anyone,
but it is still difficult to see.
The lightening is creating shadows,
making things appear as they shouldn’t be.
As soon as they wiped the rain from their eyes
they were filled with rain once again.
“I suppose it could have been a bush, ” said Nanny,
but the woman was still there in the pouring rain.
Their only way out from their hemmed in position
was pass the woman who began to beckoned them.
Nanny couldn’t believe that Louisa couldn’t see her,
and told her that the woman was beckoning them on.
Again she asked Louisa if she could see the woman,
and again she said that she could not.
The woman in white indicated them to follow her,
and Nanny told Louisa the situation they had got.
“If there’s a way out of here lets follow, ” said Louisa.
Nanny took her hand and they followed the woman.
Weaving in and out, over and under the fallen trees,
she led them back to Louisa’s home in the sun.
The woman just disappeared leaving no signs of a storm.
On reflection Nanny realised she’d seen the woman before,
but what her brain relayed to her didn’t make sense,
and she couldn’t tell Louisa that she was the woman she saw.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Gone Daddy Gone
Beautiful girl lovely dress
High school smiles oh yes
Beautiful girl lovely dress
Where she is now I can only guess
Cause its gone daddy gone
Your love is gone
Gone daddy gone
The love is gone away
When I see you
Eyes will turn blue
When I see you
Thousand eyes turnin blue
Tell by the way you that you switch and walk
I can see by the way that you baby talk
I can know by the way you treat your man
I can love you baby til its a cryin
Beatiful girl lovely dress
15 smiles oh yes
Beautiful girl lovely dress
Where she is now I can only guess
Gordon gano: guitar, violin, lead vocal
Brian ritchie: xylophone, electric bass
Victor delorenzo: snare drum and trancephone,
Scotch marching bass drum, vocals
Engineers: glen l. loribecki and john tanner
Recorded at castle recording company, lake geneva, wi, july 1982
Produced by mark van hecke
gorno music reprinted with permission
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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A Pumpkin grows in Midwife's yard
Her mother is a midwife
and she is a nanny to her far relative.
He collects pumpkins hastily for the sunday fair.
Do you think a street vendor sees pleasant dreams?
Anyhow please do not get surprised
if a street vendor marries a nanny
and she delivers precious children safely
as her mother knows the job perfectly.
Still the pumpkins grow in the yard
and the vendor collects them without any bargaining.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Dad & Mom
Dad born in South Dakota state
Mom born in New Jersey
they both married each other at a later date.
Being raised in Minnesota the land of the thousand lakes
it was fun playing out in the fields which was great!
Dad was a truck driver whose jacket was covered in oil
mom was an RN nurse mentioned Grandfather
came from blood of royal.
Birthday I do remember to this day
is when I received a doll Crissy
who I would loved to act out and play.
It was my 6th birthday which was fun
it was a fun time when I was young.
Dad took me to the store
recieved 2 Crissy dolls like never before.
I still have one doll till this day
she still wears the same orange dress that hasn't changed.
I will give it to a special girl for her birthday.
Dad and Mom still live in Minnesota with a new pet
it is a cat I haven't seen yet.
I will go visit them this year
to make sure Dad and Mom are fine
who I love so dear.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 2,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Dad & Mom
Dad born in South Dakota state
Mom born in New Jersey
they both married each other at a later date.
Being raised in Minnesota the land of the thousand lakes
it was fun playing out in the fields which was great!
Dad was a truck driver whose jacket was covered in oil
mom was an RN nurse mentioned Grandfather
came from blood of royal.
Birthday I do remember to this day
is when I received a doll Crissy
who I would loved to act out and play.
It was my 6th birthday which was fun
it was a fun time when I was young.
Dad took me to the store
recieved 2 Crissy dolls like never before.
I still have one doll till this day
she still wears the same orange dress that hasn't changed.
I will give it to a special girl for her birthday.
Dad and Mom still live in Minnesota with a new pet
it is a cat I haven't seen yet.
I will go visit them this year
to make sure Dad and Mom are fine
who I love so dear.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 2,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Girl in the Green Dress
Girl in the green dress
What are your intentions?
You are spellbound with thoughts
But enigma upon enigma
Conceals your secret heart.
Girl in the green dress
What are your aspirations?
The more I sense your spirit
The less I seem to know.
Girl in the green dress
What are your realisations?
Or perhaps you prefer to hide
Behind the shadow of your words.
poem by Phillip Gallant
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Forgiven
I found a little beetle; so that Beetle was his name,
And I called him Alexander and he answered just the same.
I put him in a match-box, and I kept him all the day ...
And Nanny let my beetle out -
Yes, Nanny let my beetle out -
She went and let my beetle out -
And Beetle ran away.
She said she didn't mean it, and I never said she did,
She said she wanted matches and she just took off the lid,
She said that she was sorry, but it's difficult to catch
An excited sort of beetle you've mistaken for a match.
She said that she was sorry, and I really mustn't mind,
As there's lots and lots of beetles which she's certain we could find,
If we looked about the garden for the holes where beetles hid -
And we'd get another match-box and write BEETLE on the lid.
We went to all the places which a beetle might be near,
And we made the sort of noises which a beetle likes to hear,
And I saw a kind of something, and I gave a sort of shout:
'A beetle-house and Alexander Beetle coming out!'
It was Alexander Beetle I'm as certain as can be,
And he had a sort of look as if he thought it must be Me,
And he had a sort of look as if he thought he ought to say:
'I'm very very sorry that I tried to run away.'
And Nanny's very sorry too for you-know-what-she-did,
And she's writing ALEXANDER very blackly on the lid,
So Nan and Me are friends, because it's difficult to catch
An excited Alexander you've mistaken for a match.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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A Birthday Poem
Any birthday implies good times shared.
By the people who really cared,
All the tears and hardships they will endure.
Along the road of life, Just to give of self without
showing their troubles and strife.
To make a commitiment to keep on going,
No matter which way the wind is blowing.
Just to keep their love alive on matter what
every body seam's to say,
So remember you have only one birthday,
the are only the anniversary's of that day.
poem by Sidney W. Johnston
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At The Bar
she says
hi i'm gina
and then she hints that it is her birthday today
and the band sings her a birthday song...
you come back to the same bar
looking for gina and you find her
and she says
hi i'm agness and then she tells you it is her birthday today
despite that
you still like her and gifts her with a more expensive jewelry.
your name was arthur too.
and now you are james and you talk about love and broken marriages.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let's Have a Party.
Let's have a party, invite the family around,
Tell them it's teat time, and come south bound;
We'll have it as a barbecue, so b.y.o some meat,
But we will supply salad, drinks, and also sweet.
Let's have a party, but dress up in a costume,
Don't say who you are, we have to assume;
And the food will be served as a supper too,
With Chicken, no wine, and some dessert will do.
Let's have a party for children, on Friday,
Seeing its a birthday, the kids will go hooray;
Let's put up streamers, have finger food too,
After all the games and food sing happy birthday to you.
Let's have a pre wedding party, for bride and groom,
Go out to dinner, let's try the sunset room;
We'll book a smorgasbord dinner, make it for forty,
Then come back to our place after, for tea or coffee.
Let's have a Christmas party, all family and a friend,
We'll sing lots of carols, and have a story at the end;
Each bring 1 present, for under the christmas tree,
And thank God for Christmas from you and me.
poem by Margaret Haig
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The Wind In The Wires
Wake lady wake
The hills are in flood.
And the road we must take
Is a river of blood.
And the wind in the wires
And your heart like a cup
And Im down in the war
And youve got to get up
For mercys sake
Wake lady wake
Dress lady dress
Put on your (jacket/skull-cap) and boots.
For the (thief/priest) has confessed
And the chase is afoot.
And the hounds are behind
Gunmen around every tree
And if its all in our minds
Well, where else would it be
I suggest
You dress lady, dress
This is the day, this is the day this is,
This is the day, this is, this is the day the day
This is the day
This is the day, this is the day this is,
This is the day the day, this is the day the day
This is the day
Our kingdom will crash
Like a sad piece of trash
(swim lady swim
The whole river across
Though our chances are slim
And were totally lost!
/
Swim lady swim
Lady, dont refuse
Though our chances are slim
And were totally confused!)
There are clues to be found
Oh, and Id ask my peers
But theyre all dumbing down
Until this bad weather clears
Were out on a limb
So swim lady, swim
This is the day, this is the day the day
This is the day, this is the day
This is the day
This is the day, this is the day the day
This is the day, this is the day the day
This is the day
The kingdom will crash
Like an old piece of trash
song performed by by Waterboys
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The Mind
Night club
Danshing
The youth full
Cool girl....
With dress;
Visitors
All are see
The girl without
dress;
With the mind....! !
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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