Of the Family
Hairy, Hairy, quite contrary
sat upon a stool.
Came the kindly wombat fairy
from the Fairy pool.
Said to Hairy, have a sherrie
makes the bowels loose,
Hairy thought it rather scary
maybe, too obtuse.
Hairy took a wife named Mary
fat she was and round
built a cosy, visionary
log home on the ground.
Home was small but Hairy loved it
'twas a sturdy log.
Found a lichen rug and shoved it
in to warm the frog.
Frog had been cast from his quarters
by his next of kin.
Sealed the wombat home with mortar
and they took him in.
Winter came and snow kept falling,
hibernate they did,
under Lichen there was balling
made another kid.
poem by Hairy Wombat
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Of the Family
Hairy, Hairy, quite contrary
sat upon a stool.
Came the kindly wombat fairy
from the Fairy pool.
Said to Hairy, have a sherrie
makes the bowels loose,
Hairy thought it rather scary
maybe, too obtuse.
Hairy took a wife named Mary
fat she was and round
built a cosy, visionary
log home on the ground.
Home was small but Hairy loved it
'twas a sturdy log.
Found a lichen rug and shoved it
in to warm the frog.
Frog had been cast from his quarters
by his next of kin.
Sealed the wombat home with mortar
and they took him in.
Winter came and snow kept falling,
hibernate they did,
under Lichen there was balling
made another kid.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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A Hairy Fairy
In life, there are things we never expect to see
and a very large hairy fairy
with Pancho Villa moustache is one of them.
This one flew into my garden and squashed all my roses
on his bad landing on that fateful day.
Every time he waved his supposedly magic wand,
everything went bottom up.
The roses he tried to mend
had their flowers in the ground
and their roots pointing skyward in the air.
It got that bad I had to replant everyone.
I shuddered to think what other magic
he might have up his sleeve.
The big hairy fairy dressed in a short Toto
spread out his wings to say goodbye and fly away.
He never got no more than three feet off the ground
before he again came crashing down
squashing all my tulips this time.
Enough is enough you’re ruining garden.
Do you realise all the hard work I have put in.
The hairy fairy looked at me
and then started to cry.
No body loves me, even the fairies kicked me out
because I am different from them.
Being a soft heated fool I am
I invited him in for a cup of tea,
but everything he sat on broke
and now I was stuck with
a ten ton hairy fairy as a house guest.
As time went on my replacement, furniture
was costing me a packet.
Then one day I woke up and the big hairy fairy was gone,
now I kinda miss him.
However, saying that
I can start to rebuild what was my happy home again
and hope with luck that big hairy fairy does not come back again.
Then in my garden,
I heard an almighty thump
and looked out the window.
In my agony I moaned,
Oh no. He is back again.
poem by David Harris
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Picture for Me
I have a picture.
It's a fairy
That I want to mount
..in a frame...
To capture
That hairy fairy.
Hey! !
Don't accuse me of being bent.
Nairy a fairy.
Even one less hairy
And scary
Will ever get their way with me.
So you see
I just want to mount
...my fairy...
poem by George BernardBloodyShaw
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A hairy man's a geary man, but a hairy wife's a witch.
Merry, Cherry and Strawberry
There was A big hairy man who had wife called Merry
merry and the hairy man had a farm of strawberry
once upon a day, a government came to the farm
merry an the man gets a big alarm
the farm was sealed and berries served for meal
the man get sad
merry get so mad
their life falls down
they luck was drown
the man hadn't chance
the death beat him a lance
but merry was scary
not like a little fairy
she did all the hard
to make a nice bomb
his name was cherry
so fears to be fairy
she put on the Court
she just said to lord
'Hello dear lord, hear is merry with a bomb called cherry
there is no more strawberry'
poem by Dariel Grey
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Weird And Wonderful
I don’t know what it is about my garden
it just attracts the weird and wonderful.
In the past, I’ve had dancing butterflies
and more recently a hairy fairy
with a Pancho Villa moustache came to stay.
I’ve even had an alien
whose spaceship was no bigger than my thumb!
At first when I saw him I thought he was a new kind of bug
wearing a blue florescent jumpsuit,
then I noticed he was walking on two legs.
I had to get my magnifying glass out
just to get a closer look at him.
He had a squeaky little voice almost like a mouse,
what he was trying to say I just do not have a clue
and it made no sense to me.
I lay down on the ground hoping I could hear him better,
and then I had to sneeze and blew him half across the yard.
When I went to get him,
he ran away back to his saucer and quickly flew away.
I sure hope he comes back again on another day
when my clumsy hairy fairy is well out of the way
or I might just have a blue florescent dot on my path.
20 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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I Saw Your Hairy Chest
The first person said:
'I saw your hairy chest that is why,
I came to you last night and we made love together';
The second person said;
'Why'? !
Then the first person replied:
'It is because i love men with hairy chest and,
I am ever ready to sleep with any of them'! !
And this was the conversation i heard among two people;
Then i said to myself: 'Love is too blind at times'.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Legend Of Big Foot
A hairy man once roamed the earth,
a hairy thing, was he from birth,
the years would come, the years would go,
each year that passed, his hair would grow,
it grew so thick, his mum dispaired,
yet she kept trimming off his hair,
til sissors worn to nubs one day,
he shucked his clothes, and ran away,
his back, his bum, his chest, his head,
was covered with thick hair, it's said,
no need for clothes, so he wore none,
people would laugh, and he would run,
no runner born on Earth could beat,
this hairy critter with big feet,
he slept by day and roamed by night,
for cruel folk, had made him shy,
quite good in heart was he, bigfoot,
he never stole, he never took,
one day while he munched watercress,
he found a maiden in distress,
amazed, he looked upon her form,
her feet were bare, her dress was torn,
he towered over her and stared,
at all this chick's excessive hair,
he helped her up, not one word said,
he touched her hand, and smiled instead,
hand-in-hand, they walked from there,
to go where people could not stare,
the legend of big-foot began,
the night two hairy people ran,
into the lovely forrest green,
To mostly lived their lives, unseen
poem by Elizabeth Lindberg
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Cheri
NOTE: I didn't write this poem my grandfather did but i like it so much I'm putting it up here anyways.
There once was a girl named Cheri.
Who wanted to talk to a fairy.
When the fairy arrived,
Cheri said with a sigh,
Why are my legs so hairy?
poem by Ashley Wade
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The Oubit
It was an hairy oubit, sae proud he crept alang,
A feckless hairy oubit, and merrily he sang-
'My Minnie bad me bide at hame until I won my wings;
I show her soon my soul's aboon the warks o' creeping things.'
This feckless hairy oubit cam' hirpling by the linn,
A swirl o' wind cam' doun the glen, and blew that oubit in:
Oh when he took the water, the saumon fry they rose,
And tigg'd him a' to pieces sma', by head and tail and toes.
Tak' warning then, young poets a', by this poor oubit's shame;
Though Pegasus may nicher loud, keep Pegasus at hame.
Oh haud your hands frae inkhorns, though a' the Muses woo;
For critics lie, like saumon fry, to mak' their meals o' you.
Eversley, 1851.
poem by Charles Kingsley
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Hairy Tits
You're mine to feel and touch,
I love your hairy tits,
I love you very much
And worship you to bits!
And when you feel my crutch
I get the age-old itch,
I like you very much,
I love your hairy tits!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Small Pixies
There was a little fairy,
that was small but hairy.
Her hair hung to her toes,
never to cut it she chose.
When she ran,
she often fell.
Walking upstairs
didn't go so well.
One fine day she had enough,
went to the hairdressers to get it off.
Now the fairy had no hair,
all the other pixies, did stare.
She held her head high,
and never would she cry.
On a toadstool she went and sat,
and had a thought about buying a hat.
poem by David Darbyshire
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There was a bald lady named Mary
Who hated her wig - it was scary;
And, under stress and emotion
O'erdid the hair lotion
Now all of her body is hairy.
(Written Oct 2012)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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The Poison Frog
The poison frog looks at sky
He croaks in joyous sound;
The storm gathers
The rain gathers
The typhoon adds additional
Clouds at brim
The poison frog looks at sky
He laughs and asks;
Where will amphibians
With no houses
And many toads
Go for shelter?
I, the poison frog, the rough,
The hairy and the stingy
Shall the toad of anyone
Touch me in my house
I shall poison it, it, it, it
It, it..............................
......the poison frog sings
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-45
Daisy Fleabane, (Hairy Fleabane, Erigeron bellidioides)
Mexican Fleabane, (Erigeron karvinskianus)
Oxeye Daisy(Leucanthemum vulgare)
Daisy or Daisylike, so confusing
Related how you all, so muddled..
One there's worldover sprawling
Leaves elliptic in hairy spread
Buds bunched together budding
Blooming white to pink faded
Her name, Mexican Fleabane...
And Hairy Fleabane hilly spread
Wild and fierce all blanketing
White to pink yellow centered..
Oxeye Daisy Oh, one more joining
Rhizomes and rosette all spread
white around yellow disk raying
Up the stem solitarily seated
Medicative energy across spraying..
Dazzling Daisies more and more found
Puzzled mind true or false learning
Everything yet enterprising sound..
Daisy or Daisylike, so confusing
Related many more still, so muddled..
poem by Indira Renganathan
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A Ping Spike after Spike Milligan A Thousand Hairy Savages
Ten thousand airy AP raps
w[r]itting down ra[n]t hunch
gobbledy-gook, yap yap,
crun[t]ch mu[n]ch punch
... core cause caws
(19 January 2007 revised 27 November 2008 robi03_1579_mill02_0002 PWX_IXX)
A Thousand Hairy Savages
A Thousand hairy savages
Sitting down to lunch
Gobble gobble glup glup
Munch munch munch.
Spike Milligan 1918_2002
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Barely bearable
I find the winter hard to bear.
A fact that must clearly state.
I wish I had been born a bear
and had the sense to hibernate
I do not like the damp and cold
nor do I like the snow and ice
and it gets worse as I grow old.
I often think it would be nice.
To be a hairy grizzly bear
and sleep from autumn until spring.
Kept snug and warm by my thick hair,
no need to wake for anything.
But sadly I am not a bear
I need my thermal underwear.
1-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Sonnet: Human Skin Has Hair
Most women try to have least body-hair,
By cumbersome methods and waste of time;
The human skin, hair follicles does bear,
That will remain, depending on each clime.
Most men too try to shave off facial hair,
Or grow it excessively long, perhaps!
But doing both involves time, money, care,
Or lead to nasty gashes as mishaps.
If mankind did not come from the hairy Apes,
To stay hair-free seems unnatural truly;
But God gave human beings Hairy drapes,
The real cause is still a mystery.
So, strike a balance somewhere, somehow, man!
But do those things that don’t reduce live-span.
8-14-2002
poem by John Celes
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Brother Esau
My brother Esau killed the hunter, back in 1969,
Before the killing was done his inheritance was mine.
When at first my brother walked away,
Before a weary band,
Esau gave his sleeplessness for a piece of moral land.
Our father favored Esau, he was eager to obey,
All the wild commandments, the old man shot his way.
But all this ended when, my brother failed at war,
He staggered home and found me in the door.
Esau he's on rollerskates today,
And he make a statement to someone in L.A.
Sometimes at night I dream, he's still that hairy man,
Shadow boxing the apocalypse, wandering the land.
Esau holds the blessing, brother Esau holds the curse,
I was thinking that the blame was mine,
But suspected something worse.
The more my brother looks like me, the more I understand,
The silent war it bloodied both our hands.
None of us can win.
Outside that dream, still that hairy man.
Well sometimes at night I think I understand.
Shadowboxing the apocalypse, wandering the land
song performed by by Grateful Dead
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Man In The Santa Suit
At the koc local 313
Theres a fat man standing by the soda machine
And he knows, he knows, he knows
Life can be funny
He calls the hair salon says put loretta on
Cause the mall just called and said the last guys gone
And I know, I know, God knows
We need the money
And hes a big red cherry
But its hard to be merry
When the kids are all laughing
Saying hey its jerry garcia
Aint he cute?
The man in the santa suit
And all the moms in town bring their brats around
And they cant sit still or keep their rootbeer down
Now its up, hey how bout that
It looks like a milkshake
Now jimmys grown this year says mommy quick come here
Santas sweaty and he smells like beer
And he says, kid shut your mouth
You give me a headache
And hes jolly and hairy
But its hard to be merry
When the guys at the bar
Say he looks like a fairy
But hes doing it just for the loot
The man in the santa suit
[break] verse x2
And hes a big red cherry
Hes jolly and hairy
Everyones laughing, but he doesnt care
He stays cool
Aint he cute?
The man in the santa suit
[fade out with intro]
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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