I Say, I Say, I Say
At night I like to run a bath,
not round the block,
don't laugh, don't laugh,
it's not a dog, it is a bath.
Oh you're not daft,
not daft, not daft.
poem by Ruth Walters
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The 5 Nonsenses
I can tell that a SMELL is a far greater thing
Than an ugly old dog, or a bird on the wing;
Or a chocolate frog, or a phone on the ring,
Yes a smell is a far greater thing.
I can HEAR that a tear is a terrible pain,
Like a slap in the face, or a race in the rain;
I just know that the snow once again will complain,
That a tear is a terrible pain.
I can TASTE a loud noise as it beats on the door,
With a sledgehammer grin and a coconut roar;
Will it ever give in, will it shout out for more?
The loud noise as it beats on the door.
I can TOUCH a good joke with a bargepole of lead,
I can laugh it to death with my humorous head;
If I turned it around I could thump it instead,
This good joke... with a bargepole of lead.
I can SEE that I'm thinking this poem is daft
You agree, it's all nonsense, like air that we waft
Through our sensible heads as we cry and then laugh,
Now I see that this poem is daft.
Written June 1994
poem by John Carter Brown
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Daft Jean
Daft Jean,
The waesome wean,
She cam' by the cottage, she cam' by the ha',
The laird's ha' o' Wutherstanelaw,
The cottar's cot by the birken shaw;
An' aye she gret,
To ilk ane she met,
For the trumpet had blawn an' her lad was awa'.
'Black, black,' sang she,
'Black, black my weeds shall be,
My love has widowed me!
Black, black!' sang she.
Daft Jean,
The waesome wean,
She cam' by the cottage, she cam' by the ha',
The laird's ha' o' Wutherstanelaw,
The cottar's cot by the birken shaw;
Nae mair she creepit,
Nae mair she weepit,
She stept 'mang the lasses the queen o' them a',
The queen o' them a',
The queen o' them a',
She stept 'mang the lasses the queen o' them a'.
For the fight it was fought i' the fiel' far awa',
An' claymore in han' for his love an' his lan',
The lad she lo'ed best he was foremost to fa'.
'White, white,' sang she,
'White, white, my weeds shall be,
I am no widow,' sang she,
'White, white, my wedding shall be,
White, white!' sang she.
Daft Jean,
The waesome wean,
She gaed na' to cottage, she gaed na' to ha',
But forth she creepit,
While a' the house weepit,
Into the snaw i' the eerie night-fa'.
At morn we found her,
The lammies stood round her,
The snaw was her pillow, her sheet was the snaw;
Pale she was lying,
Singing and dying,
A' for the laddie wha fell far awa'.
'White, white,' sang she,
'My love has married me,
White, white, my weeds shall be,
White, white, my wedding shall be,
White, white,' sang she!
poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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Mallam Carting.
Daft was thought he says called,
For his naivety struggling carting,
For his blindness,
Made more detention,
Note heart of his depth,
In fishing for best,
Games where wrongly for coins,
Mallam cart pushiness for glory,
Note heart for his depth,
Made calmly for detective,
In given and buying of the silence,
Amorous glorious Mallam cart,
Say say say say,
Daft he was called,
Pleading pleadings for purity,
Help confession Mallam cart pusher,
Games where wrongly for coins,
Survival of fitness aloud,
Here there divinely,
Amorous glorious pusher Mallam cart,
Daft thought he says was called,
For his naivety struggling cart,
For his blindness,
made more detention,
Note heart of his depth,
In fishing for best,
Amorous glorious pusher Mallam cart.
poem by Bunmi Orogun Samuel
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Tongue Bath
Yeah, (ohhh), we got the hood rats in the house right
(Would you like a tongue bath babe)
They say they like tongue bath (from the back)
So, uh, we went and got Methron
But of course, it's the Ying-Yang Twins
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
Anyway you want it, I'm with it
I just wanna get up in it
(You want a tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
A tongue bath, from the back
Oh yes, that's the way I like it
(You want a tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
Forget about that Summer we stretched straight thuggin it up
In the tongue bath world we was loving it up
I've been told by the eye we were holding each other
To the room, sexual, of the Isley Brothers
Sippin' Alazez and Hennessee, straight thug passion
Licking nipples, got you gigglin', so you started to laugh
And now it's getting so erotic baby
All of a sudden so I'm kissing on your body baby
Admit it babb
See baby a tongue bath is what I like
Lick me up, lick me down, curve my appetite
Let me open up my legs, show me what you got
The way you licking on my body's got me really hot
And I'm loving the way you lick me though
Do it little daddy, let your tongue take control
You got me shaking like hell when you're licking my toes
From the top to the bottom, make your tongue roll
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
Anyway you want it, I'm with it
I just wanna get up in it
(You want a tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
A tongue bath, from the back
Oh yes, that'
song performed by by Ying Yang Twins
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If i had a dog as daft as you i would shoot him.
Having a bath
Lovely bubbles thick and creamy,
Water deep and room all steamy,
World shut out and I'm all dreamy,
Guess what? I'm having a bath.
Door is locked, I'm on my own,
Don't need T.V. or telephone,
I lie there like a block of stone,
I'm happy, having a bath.
Wash my hair and scrub my toes,
Scratch my back and rub my nose,
Think of things that I propose
To do... after my bath.
Then I hear the sound of thunder
As it seems, when my head's under,
It's just a dream, a mental blunder,
I'm only having a bath!
Melting in my bed of blue,
While outside there's a great 'to-do'
The family's queueing for the loo!
... An hour's too long for a bath.
Written Sept 1994
poem by John Carter Brown
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There is a legend. And to protest is daft.
quote by Peter O'Toole
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1. A Crushing Blow
Driving your car without road tax
Is daft and your luck you are pushing
Cos if caught by the local police force
Your car will be taken for crushing
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Wonder Of Life
If i can make you smile
It makes my life worthwhile
If i could make you laugh
If we could just act daft
When your heart sings to me
It sings me a melody
Of love
Of life
If i could pause this moment
An just hold you close
I try and make the most of this time
As i see your face light up
My heart churns for you
You make me feel so new
Is it just a dream
I'm scared its just a dream
I love you
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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I don't want to be daft and say I had some spiritual awakening or something, but I really did come of age in Los Angeles, where we recorded the album. I had my own little house and my own little circle and I really got to feel how the city ticks.
quote by Melanie Chisholm
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Having been an actor and a writer for so long - 20 years or so - I felt that it would be daft to go to one's grave without having directed. It's a natural extension of writing and acting, and so I knew it would happen one day.
quote by Stephen Fry
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Nasty Sumel
sumele
on bath room...
with out
bath room
taken bath...
in paid bath room
also in india
nasty sumel...
free...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Serious
(Alice Cooper / Bernie Taupin / David Foster / Steve Lukather)
When I look back at my time at the track
And I played and I played and I played and I was
Shooting the craps at the back of Fat Jack's
Come on fade me Jake
I'm a Las Vegas dreamer they took to the cleaners
A bath what a bath what a bath I'd take
A fish on a hook I was rattled and shook 'cause I lost my stake
I took that serious
All of my life was a laugh and a joke
And a drink and a smoke
And then I passed out on the floor
Again and again and again and again and again
I'm a gambling fool with a roll and cue
Wanna play wanna play wanna play with me
Put my ass on the line rubbed my nose in the grime
And they picked me clean
The chance and the game drove Old Silkly insane
What a pain what a strain on my brain it was
A fish on a hook I was rattled and shook 'cause I lost my stake
I took that serious
All of my life was a laugh and a joke
And a drink and a smoke
And then I passed out on the floor
Again and again and again and again and again
Serious it was serious oh so serious
Serious it was serious oh so serious
All of my life was a laugh and a joke
And a drink and a smoke
And then I passed out on the floor
Or a friend
Again and again and again and again and again
All of my life was a laugh and a joke
And a drink and a smoke
And then I passed out on the floor
Or a friend
Again and again and again and again and again and again
And again and again and again and again and again
And again and again
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song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Arrogant And Irritating Bosses
The puppy goes yap! yap! yap!
And you also go yap! yap! yap!
And the brain takes a nap
And Mr stupidity starts his lap
You ought to know there's a small gap
Between daft and sharp
I wonder why irony put you up
While your brain is no better than scrap
MR BOSS
poem by Kariuki Samuel Mutiga
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Rain Bath
Clouds was happly
Crying....
Smiley earth was
Take bath...!
If you are ready
At home put inside
Dresses...
To take rain bath
Rain bath
Reduse the body pain
And minor mentel
Dis order...
Some time given
Cold and running nose
With also free...
But don't miss
The rain bath
Enjoy the nature
Shaver...tap...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Best Mans Story
Marriage is for when you find
A lover to share your life and mind
A friend, who without a doubt
You cannot possibly live without.
Someone who will love and care.
Be upset, when you are not there.
Someone who makes you laugh
May be serious, may be daft
You don't care, there is no reason.
When Cupids arrows are in season.
Here on your Wedding Day
A little advice to measure and weigh
'How can you measure Love?
Pounds, feet or litres'
Love cannot be checked, there are no meters.
Like a car, sometimes fast, sometimes slow
But without some fuel, it sure won't go!
Don't worry. the fuel is cheap
Kisses, Morning, noon, and before you sleep
A kiss and a cuddle, I' sure I can say
Will keep Love & Marriage, running for ever and a day
poem by Keith Oldrey
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Sidekick
Who lifts me up when i am down
Who turns my cry into a laugh
Who always there to back me up
And be my sidekcik when i'm been daft
Who knows exactly what i'm thinking
Without me even saying a word
And knows what my reply is
Even though you've not quite heard
Those deep-ass conversations
General stories of everyday
Our thoughts about the future
And how our lives will lay
Those strings you know to pull
And those lines you never cross
My friend i love you so much
Without you i'd be lost
Them random nights that turn to days
Those drunken long walks home
Those lazy mornings after
And unknown pictures on your phones
The dreams we wont grow out of
The stars we wish would shine
Laughter lives on in memories
And tears dry up in time
I've not known you forever
But isn't a test
Friendship isn't about who you've known the longest
Its about who came and never left
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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Address to the Toothache
My curse upon your venom'd stang,
That shoots my tortur'd gums alang,
An' thro' my lug gies mony a twang,
Wi' gnawing vengeance,
Tearing my nerves wi' bitter pang,
Like racking engines!
When fevers burn, or argues freezes,
Rheumatics gnaw, or colics squeezes,
Our neibor's sympathy can ease us,
Wi' pitying moan;
But thee-thou hell o' a' diseases-
Aye mocks our groan.
Adown my beard the slavers trickle
I throw the wee stools o'er the mickle,
While round the fire the giglets keckle,
To see me loup,
While, raving mad, I wish a heckle
Were in their doup!
In a' the numerous human dools,
Ill hairsts, daft bargains, cutty stools,
Or worthy frien's rak'd i' the mools, -
Sad sight to see!
The tricks o' knaves, or fash o'fools,
Thou bear'st the gree!
Where'er that place be priests ca' hell,
Where a' the tones o' misery yell,
An' ranked plagues their numbers tell,
In dreadfu' raw,
Thou, Toothache, surely bear'st the bell,
Amang them a'!
O thou grim, mischief-making chiel,
That gars the notes o' discord squeel,
Till daft mankind aft dance a reel
In gore, a shoe-thick,
Gie a' the faes o' Scotland's weal
A townmond's toothache!
poem by Robert Burns
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