In Biddy's Cheeks Ye Roses Blow
In Biddy's Cheeks ye roses blow
In Cattys nose they rise
From Biddys lips soft accents flow
And streams from Catty's Eyes
The jet that Biddy's brows display
To Catty's teeth repairs
And Biddy's Lillies bleachd to grey
Appear in Catty's hairs
Yet all ye world sweet Biddy toast
neglected Catty lyes
While she deserves ye Bumper most
who most attracts our Eyes
poem by Thomas Parnell
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The Rattling Boy from Dublin
I'm a rattling boy from Dublin town,
I courted a girl called Biddy Brown,
Her eyes they were as black as sloes,
She had black hair and an aquiline nose.
Chorus --
Whack fal de da, fal de darelido,
Whack fal de da, fal de darelay,
Whack fal de da, fal de darelido,
Whack fal de da, fal de darelay.
One night I met her with another lad,
Says I, Biddy, I've caught you, by dad,
I never thought you were half so bad
As to be going about with another lad.
Chorus
Says I, Biddy, this will never do,
For to-night you've prov'd to me untrue,
So do not make a hullaballoo,
For I will bid farewell to you.
Chorus
Says Barney Magee, She is my lass,
And the man that says no, he is an ass,
So come away, and I'll give you a glass,
Och, sure you can get another lass.
Chorus
Says I, To the devil with your glass,
You have taken from me my darling lass,
And if you look angry, or offer to frown,
With my darling shillelah I'll knock you down.
Chorus
Says Barney Magee unto me,
By the hokey I love Biddy Brown,
And before I'll give her up to thee,
One or both of us will go down.
Chorus
So, with my darling shillelah, I gave him a whack,
Which left him lying on his back,
Saying, botheration to you and Biddy Brown,--
For I'm the rattling boy from Dublin town.
Chorus
So a policeman chanced to come up at the time,
And he asked of me the cause of the shine,
Says I, he threatened to knock me down
When I challenged him for walking with my Biddy Brown.
Chorus
So the policeman took Barney Magee to jail,
Which made him shout and bewail
That ever he met with Biddy Brown,
The greatest deceiver in Dublin town.
Chorus
So I bade farewell to Biddy Brown,
The greatest jilter in Dublin town,
Because she proved untrue to me,
And was going about with Barney Magee.
poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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Colin Instructed
Young Colin was as stout a boy
As ever gave a maiden joy;
But long in vain he told his tale
To black-eyed Biddy of the Dale.
Ah why, the whining shepherd cried,
Am I alone your smiles denied?
I only tell in vain my tale
To black-eyed Biddy of the Dale.
True Colin, said the laughing dame,
You only whimper out your flame,
Others do more than sigh their tale
To black-eyed Biddy of the Dale.
He took the hint &c.
poem by Thomas Chatterton
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When Does A Cat Sing?
Catty, is a lovely cat,
Even if, she doesn't say that!
She is really, smart and nice,
And when you say , ' PISS PISS ', twice,
She opens her eyes,
Widely with a colorful bright,
To see if somewhere, is a mice,
In black or in white!
Believe me, that she is,
Really smart!
She feels when, your 'PISS, PISS ',
Is from your heart,
And not just a game,
Of your Ego-Fame!
Yes, she is,
Very smart, indeed!
When she sits, quite comfortable,
She can see what is on the table.
And then with a long sound,
Begins to sing and applaud!
Miau, miau, mieau, mieau,
Miau, miau, mieau, mieau, !
And then, in a jump,
Your food, can't be found!
Catty, is really a lovely cat,
Even if, she doesn't say THAT!
poem by Yoseph Lupu
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Children Go Where I Send You
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Children go where I send you,
How shall I send you?
Im gonna send you one by one,
One for the little biddy baby, was born, born, born in bethlehem.
Children go where I send you,
How shall I send you?
Im gonna send you two by two,
Two for paul and silas,
One for the little biddy baby, was born, born, born in bethlehem.
Children go where I send you,
How shall I send you?
Im gonna send you four by four,
Four for the poor that stood at the door,
Three for the hebrew children,
Two for paul and silas,
One for the little biddy baby, was born, born, born in bethlehem.
Children go where I send you,
How shall I send you?
Im gonna send you six by six,
Six for the six that couldnt get fixed,
Five for the gospel preacher,
Four for the poor that stood at the door,
Three for the hebrew children,
Two for paul and silas,
One for the little biddy baby, was born, born, born in bethlehem.
Children go where I send you,
How shall I send you?
Im gonna send you eight by eight,
Eight for the eight that stood at the gate,
Seven for the seven came down from heaven,
Six for the six that couldnt get fixed,
Five for the gospel preacher,
Four for the poor that stood at the door,
Three for the hebrew children,
Two for paul and silas,
One for the little biddy baby, one for the little biddy baby,
One for the little biddy baby. he was born, born,......
He was born in bethlehem.
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Don't Leave Your Kiddy Bidding In a Gloom Room
Don't leave your kiddy bidding in a gloom room,
Plan to go soon.
Don't you leave your little kiddy,
Bidding in a gritty city.
Since no one will give you pity.
And think you a dizzy biddy.
Don't leave your kiddy bidding in a gloom room,
Plan to go soon.
And ditch your pitching itch,
To scratch more than just a bit.
Don't you leave your little kiddy,
Bidding in a gritty city.
Since no one will give you pity.
And think you a dizzy biddy.
Don't leave your kiddy bidding in a gloom room,
Plan to go soon.
Or be stuck and out of luck.
Thinking you can make a buck.
Scratching more than just a bit.
Don't you leave your little kiddy,
Bidding in a gritty city.
Since no one will give you pity.
And think you a dizzy biddy.
Don't leave your kiddy bidding in a gloom room,
Plan to go soon.
Don't you leave your little kiddy,
Bidding in a gritty city.
Since no one will give you pity.
And think you a dizzy biddy.
Scratching more than just a bit.
And you will not admit,
That you can't handle it.
And someone will come along,
To use you to do wrong.
And you will waste your time,
Convincing you are strong.
Don't you leave your little kiddy,
Bidding in a gritty city.
Since no one will give you pity.
And think you a dizzy biddy.
Don't leave your kiddy bidding in a gloom room,
Plan to go soon.
Or be stuck and out of luck.
Thinking you can make a buck.
Scratching more than just a bit.
Of a life you should give up,
And not feed greed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Circumstances Alter Cases
TIM Murphy's gon' walkin' wid Maggie O'Neill,
O chone!
If I was her muther, I'd frown on sich foolin',
O chone!
I'm sure its unmutherlike, darin' an' wrong
To let a gyrul hear 'tell the sass an' the song
Of every young felly that happens along,
O chone!
An' Murphy, the things that's be'n sed of his doin',
O chone!
'Tis a cud that no dacent folks wants to be chewin',
O chone!
If he came to my door wid his cane on a twirl,
Fur to thry to make love to you, Biddy, my girl,
Ah, wouldn't I send him away wid a whirl,
O chone!
They say the gossoon is indecent and dirty,
O chone!
In spite of his dressin' so.
O chone!
Let him dress up ez foine ez a king or a queen,
Let him put on more wrinkles than ever was seen,
You'll be sure he's no match for my little colleen,
O chone!
Faith the two is comin' back an' their walk is all over,
O chone!
'Twas a pretty short walk fur to take wid a lover,
O chone!
Why, I believe that Tim Murphy's a kumin' this way,
Ah, Biddy jest look at him steppin' so gay,
I'd niver belave what the gossipers say,
O chone!
He's turned in the gate an' he's coming a caperin',
O chone!
Go Biddy, go quick an' put on a clane apern,
O chone!
Be quick as ye kin fur he's right at the dure;
Come in, master Tim, fur ye're welcome I'm shure.
We were talkin' o' ye jest a minute before.
O chone!
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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If You Got It, Flaunt It
Youll never compete with the others!
Why, look at the way youre dressed!
Come on now, get yourself together!
Baby if you got it
You have got to flaunt it now
Baby if you flaunt it
You can make them want it now baby
Yes, I got it
And Im gonna flaunt it now
Gonna make him want it
Yeah Im gonna flaunt it now
Sister thinks shes got it
And shes gonna flaunt it now
(who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are? )
Sister thinks shes got it
And shes gonna flaunt it now
(who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are? )
Sister thinks shes got it
And shes gonna flaunt it now
(who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are? )
All you catty creatures,
Ive got my better features too
So step aside you leeches,
Im gonna teach a little trick to you
Baby if you got it
You had better flaunt it now
Baby if you flaunt it
You can make him want it now
Baby yes, I got it
And Im gonna flaunt it now
Gonna make him want it
cause Im gonna flaunt it now
Sister thinks shes got it,
And shes gonna flaunt it now
(who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are? )
Sister thinks shes got it,
And shes gonna flaunt it now
(who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are? )
Sister thinks shes got it,
And shes gonna flaunt it now
(who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are? )
All you catty creatures
Ive got my better features too
Step aside you leeches
cause I can teach a trick to you
I can teach you how to walk and talk
How to hold you head high
And I can flaunt my stuff as good as anybody else
I can shake my hip, or my thigh
Ill make you wanna run someplace and hide
cause I got it, and Im gonna flaunt it
Sister thinks shes got it
And shes gonna flaunt it now
(who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are? )
Sister thinks shes got it
And shes gonna flaunt it now
(who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are? )
All you catty creatures
Youve gotta get out of my way right now
Step aside all you leeches
Ive got a trick and Ill show you how
Spoken:
Anyways, Ill teach you a trick or two
song performed by by Donna Summer
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LA's a very hard place to be unless you have people there that love you. It can be very, very lonely, and it can eat you up if you don't take care of yourself. In LA, nobody wants to talk to each other, everybody's giving each other catty looks.
quote by Scarlett Johansson
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Mac O'Macorkity
Plaze, Biddy! plaze have yez got soom cold vittles?
Yer dooar's badly 'tinded to; sure'n' I rang twoice.
Doon't faitch me sthale bread; fill me baskits and kittles
With soomthing what's aitable-- soomthing what's noice.
One of our boorders is jist about lavin';
Of roast bafe and sich loike he can't git his fill.
But fruitcake is what me poor mither is cravin',
And there's our great fattin' pig squailin' for swill,--
There's our great fattin' pig squailin' for swill.
Some people manage to get through the world!
The Mac-O'Macorkities probably will;
Yet they have their trials, and they have their troubles--
Do hear that "great fattin' pig squailin' for swill!"
Come Biddy! come now, yer Missus is able
To sind soomthing better than lavin's and scraps;
We boordin'-house kapers must sit a foine table,
Or ilse we moight jist as well pack up our traps.
Faith! and we had to git mate from the butcher,
And he had the impernance to sind in his bill!
As if we'd spind cash that's laid up for the future,
While there's our great fattin' pig squailin' for swill,--
There's our great fattin' pig squailin' for swill.
Hush, Biddy, hush! git ye done with yer blarney;
An old Oi'rish family ours is, ye know.
Along the hoighway forninst Castle Killarney
We rode in our donkey vans ages ago.
Bad loock it is, with the loikes of us livin'
On soup-bones and praties--no chickens to kill,
No turkey at all--not since Thanksgivin',
And there's our great fattin' pig squailin' for swill,--
There's our great fattin' pig squailin' for swill.
Say, Biddy, say! wud ye kape dinner waitin'?
Today is the Barrelbung-makers' parade;
Me fayther is one, and it's him ye're belatin';
Be jabers! it's twilve o'clock now, I'm afraid.
Off on the stroike is he, thinkin' its risky
In such toimes as thase to kape at the mill;
He's nadin' tibbacky, he's noigh out o' whisky,
And there's out great fattin' pig squailin' for swill,--
There's our great fattin' pig squailin' for swill.
poem by Henry Clay Work
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My biggest problem in middle school was catty girls, cliques, and trying to figure out if I wanted to be a part of one of those, just figuring out who I was and all that.
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Biddy, be Kind!
Now what do you want to be playing about for,
Reefing and reaching your head for the bit?
This is the gentlest of canters you're out for,
And neither yourself nor your rider is fit ;
I, who have lazed .
While the summer sun blazed,
At ease in a hammock with cool things to drink;
You, late a rover
In cocksfoot and clover,
With mud on your mane-locks and loose shoes a-clink.
This is too soon to be prancing and sidling;
The elm is still green and the ditches are blind;
The sun is still strong and suggestive of idling-
So, Biddy, be kind!
Time and enough when they're drawing the gorses
To put up your back with those ominous squeals,
To plunge when they pass you on cantering horses,
To flaunt your red ribbon and fling up your heels.
Slippy and tarred
Is the highway, and hard;
A fall is the last thing on earth I desire;
By all means be sprightly, But do it politely
With not too much fervour and not too much fire.
The season's too young yet for trying a tussle;
Rough-riding at present is not to my mind;
Just wait a few weeks till we work up our muscle-
Come, Biddy, be kind!
poem by William Henry Ogilvie
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Basically, women have to prove they are strong at all times. And then when they go on the attack, they have to not appear mean because those women often get the label of being catty.
quote by Julie Nixon Eisenhower
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I knew an old witch with a 7 eared kitty;
Who lived in a haunted house in the city.
She kept a fat-bearded dragon in the cellar,
A lizard when angry, could be a mean feller.
One day just for spite he ate the old biddy!
quote by by Ray Lucero
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Alphabet A Was Once An Apple
A was once an apple pie, apple apply papply
B was once bouncy ball, bally bally bouncy ball
C was once a little cat, catty couty catty little cat
D was once little dog, doggy dagy doogy little dog
E was once soaring eagle, eagly giggly soaring eagle
F was once littlel fox, foxy faxy little fox
G was once little goat, goaty gooty little goat
H was once a litlle hen, heeny hanny little hen
I was once black ink, inky inniky black ink
J was once funny jester, jestary jesteery funny jester
K was once little kitten, kitty katty little kitten
L was once a little lama, aama leemy a little lama
M was once wild moose, moosy masa wild moose
N was once tiny nut, nutty natty tiny nut
O was once orange, rangy rongy little orange
P was once panda, panny pandy little panda
Q was once sweet queen, queeny neeny sweet queen
R was once a rabbit, rabbity battity little rabbit
S was once a snake naky naky sneaky snake
T was once a turtle, tuttly tattly little turtle
U was once an umbrella, brilla lilla cute umberla
V was once ice cream, vanilla nilla neely ice cream
W was once a wolf, wolfy woofy little wolf
Y was once a yarn, yarny yorny soft yarn
Z was once a zebra, zeeby zabby zooby zebra
poem by Sherif Monem
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Pushed to the Curb
Those holding onto their catty bitch issues?
From days long gone and equally insignificant.
Need to be dropped, stopped and blocked,
From anyone who regarded them as a priority.
The universe bustles with too much life...
To let their continued bickering,
Bring another one strife.
They need to be 'dusted'.
And pushed to the curb.
To be picked up like garbage,
Along with the other crusted stuff!
Too long rusted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On the Marshy Pastures
A man who walks in the black wind; the dry reeds
rustle quietly
Through the silence of the marshy pastures. In
the grey skies
A migration of wild birds move in ranks
Catty-corner over dark waters.
Insurgence. In the collapsing houses
Decay is fluttering out with black wings;
Crippled-up birches breathe heavily in the wind.
Evening in empty roadhouses. The longing for home
settles about
The delicate despair of the grazing flocks,
Vision of the night: toads plunge from silver waters.
poem by Georg Trakl
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Is Dead
Is dead.
That’s the part
you heard,
those words
through the gap
between door
and frame.
Who’s dead?
or what?
the dog?
Uncle, Auntie,
Grandfather?
The old biddy next door
whose nose
spied through curtains?
Curiosity
like some virus
bit into you,
and your ears
lingered by the gap,
your eyes peered
at the adults talking,
lip reading unsuccessfully.
You torn
between the call
of nature (to piss)
and the needing
to know unfolding
of who had died.
Shame,
he was much loved,
the voices continued,
the ears flapping
for further news,
standing on tiptoe,
the bladder filling
to busting.
The King is dead,
long live the Queen,
Grandmother said,
circa 1952,
and you giving in
to nature’s call,
walked off satisfied
along the dark hall.
poem by Terry Collett
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Suicide Bride I
With you we are ten.
with ten fingers you clasp
believing vague nobility to grasp
We off from this pier.
on the float we look to each other
people we never encounter
Forty angels of neverland.
ask you for gutter flowers to detonate
what scattered hopes can donate
To feast the fear.
the debris is celebration confetti
a piercing explosion to catty
Who soon be forgotten.
faith denied in dropp of memory to fade
from the suicide bride's last crusade
(post Ritz-Marriott bombing 17 July 2009)
poem by Ida Mustazir
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Love Sick For Mina...........
A name every one could fear of, but I’ve been waiting for her. I wanted to see her but she’s running away… always
I could not even tame her.
She’s here, she belong to me, stuck in my cranium, not in my grip.
I am so sick of her… so love sick of her
Her mirth’s like a myth in fairytale, her enchantments are almost plausible, how I dare believe? Why would I not believe when I have sealed her warmth all over me?
She’s here, she belong to me, stuck in my head, trapped inside this beings chest.
They said I am sick, she said I am sick…
Yes I am sick… so so sick,
So love sick for Mina.
1804*C^T
poem by catty Alonzo
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My Apartment.
My apartment she said is not
That big and not in a state I’d
Like you to see but give me
Time and I’ll tidy it up and put
Away the books and papers
Scattered over the floor and table
And put all my clothes and smalls
Away and hey open up the windows
To let in fresh air to let out the smell
Of cigarettes and the cat I keep after
Finding it by the trash and it looked
So sad and unkempt and you said sure
Whenever you like wondering what
She did all day while not out at work
And if she kept the cat in bed with her
And had cat’s hairs everywhere and
How could she live in that untidiness
And come to think of it she did have
That catty smell when you stood next
To her in the lobby and yet you couldn’t
Help being attracted to her couldn’t help
Wanting to just plant a kiss on that cheek
Of hers and maybe get her into bed for
Sex then she said you must come over
And listen to my jazz records and maybe
Meet my mother and if you don’t mind
Her passing wind occasionally we could
All have a good time and all of a sudden
You remembered you had to be out of
Town for a while and maybe after the Fall
You uttered with an awkward smile and
She smiled back and pushed her fingers
Through her hair (unbrushed and tied back
With a blue ribbon) all long and black.
poem by Terry Collett
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