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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

This is my favourite poem. Do you have one ?

On the Ning Nang Nong

Where the Cows go Bong!

and the monkeys all say BOO!

There's a Nong Nang Ning

Where the trees go Ping!

And the tea pots jibber jabber joo.

On the Nong Ning Nang

All the mice go Clang

And you just can't catch 'em when they do!

So its Ning Nang Nong

Cows go Bong!

Nong Nang Ning

Trees go ping

Nong Ning Nang

The mice go Clang

What a noisy place to belong

is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!! eavy inside.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"This is my favourite poem. Do you have one ?

On the Ning Nang Nong

Where the Cows go Bong!

and the monkeys all say BOO!

There's a Nong Nang Ning

Where the trees go Ping!

And the tea pots jibber jabber joo.

On the Nong Ning Nang

All the mice go Clang

And you just can't catch 'em when they do!

So its Ning Nang Nong

Cows go Bong!

Nong Nang Ning

Trees go ping

Nong Ning Nang

The mice go Clang

What a noisy place to belong

is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!! eavy inside. "

Not sure where the eavy inside came from

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I like Philip Larkin...

The fuck you up your Mum and Dad,

They do not mean to but they do.

Etc

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

fuzzy wuzzy was a bear

fuzzy wuzzy had no hair

so fuzzy wuzznae fuzzy wuz he

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

One of my favourites is Jackie Kay's The Adoption Papers.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"fuzzy wuzzy was a bear

fuzzy wuzzy had no hair

so fuzzy wuzznae fuzzy wuz he

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Custard the dragon had big sharp teeth,

With spikes in top of him

and scales underneath......

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By *asandmeCouple
over a year ago

camden town

I'm performing at a poetry night tonight...

bit scared!

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"I'm performing at a poetry night tonight...

bit scared!"

What are you reciting ?

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By *icketysplitsWoman
over a year ago

Way over Yonder, that's where I'm bound

W.B. Yeats, He wishes for the cloths of Heaven.

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By *icentiousCouple
over a year ago

Up on them there hills

Seamus Heaney's - mid term

Does me every time.

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By *rtemisiaWoman
over a year ago

Norwich

"I like Philip Larkin...

The fuck you up your Mum and Dad,

They do not mean to but they do.

Etc"

... Man hands on misery to man.

It deepens like a coastal shelf.

Get out as quickly as you can

And don't have any kids yourself.

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By *rtemisiaWoman
over a year ago

Norwich

Algy met a bear

The bear met Algy

The bear was bulgy

The bulge was Algy!

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By *asandmeCouple
over a year ago

camden town

It's an original piece as a tribute to Rik Mayall

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"It's an original piece as a tribute to Rik Mayall"

Good luck , are you brave enough to put it here. No worries if not.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I fancy you like mad

Fancy a shag?

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Here is a very short poem.

Aloft in the loft sits little croft. He's very soft.

Drs x

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"Roses are red

Violets are blue

I fancy you like mad

Fancy a shag?"

Me ?

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

David P Brown. Leisure

Commonly known as 'stand and stare'

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

My favourite is on my profile. I'm a pretentious wanker.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Tennyson - The Lady of Shalott. It's very long - so just sharing one verse.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;

On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;

From underneath his helmet flow'd

His coal-black curls as on he rode,

As he rode down to Camelot.

From the bank and from the river

He flash'd into the crystal mirror,

"Tirra lirra," by the river

Sang Sir Lancelot.

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By *igeiaWoman
over a year ago

Bristol

"W.B. Yeats, He wishes for the cloths of Heaven.

The Second Coming for me. I love Yeats.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

The Girl stood on the Burning Deck

Her Tits were all a Quiver

She gave a Koff, Her Drawers fell off

She Damn well was a Giver

T H Gimp

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

On yonder hill,

there stood a coo.....

....It's no there noo,

it must have shiftit

William Topaz MacGonagall

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Little Tommy Tucker was a little fucker

Her

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By *B9 QueenWoman
over a year ago

Over the rainbow, under the bridge

"Seamus Heaney's - mid term

Does me every time. "

Mid Term Break?

A four foot box

A foot for every year

Very sad.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

There once was a site called fab.

And It made a milfywifey mad

It wasn't the pictures

It wasn't the mails

It was the bullshit from so many that's bad

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By *B9 QueenWoman
over a year ago

Over the rainbow, under the bridge

One of my favourites is Dylan Thomas - DO Not Go Gentle.

Had to read that at my father's funeral (mother's request). No idea how I got through it.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Robert Burns

A small piece taken from The Cotter`s

Saturday Night.

O happy love ! where love like this Is Found; O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! I`ve pace`d much this Weary mortal mound, and sage experience Bids me this declare- `If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure Spare, One cordial in this melancholy Vale, `Tis when a youthful, loving, Modest pair In other`s arms breathe Out the tender tale, beneath the milk-White thorn that scents the evening Gale.`

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By *icecouple561Couple
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over a year ago

East Sussex

Carol Ann Duffy. Warming Her Pearls.

Hugo Williams. Toilet

Are two among the many that I enjoy

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I like the Raven, by Edgar Allen Poe.

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By *icketysplitsWoman
over a year ago

Way over Yonder, that's where I'm bound

"W.B. Yeats, He wishes for the cloths of Heaven.

The Second Coming for me. I love Yeats.

Brown Penny has been the one I have been remembering in the last few weeks...

O love is the crooked thing...

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

A John Cooper Clarke recital entitled "Twat" ending in the following lines :

"....they can't find a good word for you

but i can,

twat."

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By *B9 QueenWoman
over a year ago

Over the rainbow, under the bridge

A John Cooper Clarke recital entitled "Twat" ending in the following lines :

"....they can't find a good word for you

but i can,

twat." "

Another John Cooper Clark

Let me be your vacuum cleaner

Breathing in your dust.

Let me be your Ford Cortina

I will never rust.

If you like your coffee hot

I will be your coffee pot

You call the shots

I wanna be yours.

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By *renchbambi xWoman
over a year ago

Need to know basis

Strike me with a feather

Paint me the colour of love

Wash my feet in a pool of heather

Never let me go!

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By *ce WingerMan
over a year ago

P.O. Box DE1 0NQ

Sea Fever

BY JOHN MASEFIELD

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;

And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,

And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking,

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

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By *uttyjonnMan
over a year ago

SEA

I must root my book of spikes poems

The Wiggle-Woggle said,

"I wish that I were dead:

I've a pain in my tummy and.

It's travelling up the bed

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By *renchbambi xWoman
over a year ago

Need to know basis

Give me something to remember, someone to hold onto

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By *renchbambi xWoman
over a year ago

Need to know basis

"Give me something to remember, someone to hold onto

Paint the sky the colour of life

Nver let me go

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By *icketysplitsWoman
over a year ago

Way over Yonder, that's where I'm bound

I spoke to the kids at dinner and all of them had had poetry in a lesson today. It's good when days like this are used as intended.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer, The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here." The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die, I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:

O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away"

But it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play.

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By *renchbambi xWoman
over a year ago

Need to know basis

Today is my daughter's 24th birthday and the Berber children she teaches wrote her a Birthday card...

All it said was 'Teach us more, Give us more, Make us more'..I cried

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By *B9 QueenWoman
over a year ago

Over the rainbow, under the bridge

What is this life

If full of care

We have no time

To stand and stare

No time to sit

Beneath the boughs

And stare as long

As sheep or cows

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By *imiUKMan
over a year ago

Hereford

"Roses are red

Violets are blue

I fancy you like mad

Fancy a shag?"

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I have a knife,

Now get in the van.

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By *icketysplitsWoman
over a year ago

Way over Yonder, that's where I'm bound

And Still I Rise, Maya Angelou

No Children, No Pets, Sue Ellen Thompson - the first verse of this reminds me of the day my cat died.

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By *ce WingerMan
over a year ago

P.O. Box DE1 0NQ

"Give me something to remember, someone to hold onto

Paint the sky the colour of life

Nver let me go"

Is this a plea rather than a poem ?

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By *renchbambi xWoman
over a year ago

Need to know basis

"Roses are red

Violets are blue

I fancy you like mad

Fancy a shag?

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I have a knife,

Now get in the van. "

And the sheep just jumped off the cliff

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By *imiUKMan
over a year ago

Hereford

"Roses are red

Violets are blue

I fancy you like mad

Fancy a shag?

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I have a knife,

Now get in the van.

And the sheep just jumped off the cliff

"special wellies" time...

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"Today is my daughter's 24th birthday and the Berber children she teaches wrote her a Birthday card...

All it said was 'Teach us more, Give us more, Make us more'..I cried "

How wonderful.

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By *adystephanieTV/TS
over a year ago

glos

After reading all this junk on fab

I thought I would have a stab

So here's a verse by lady S

And most will think it's just a mess

But I don't really give a shit

Because I've done my little bit ......

For POETS day

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

A poem for the smallest room, for which i take no credit, no credit at all.

Here i sit

Broken hearted

Came to shit

But only farted.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"Seamus Heaney's - mid term

Does me every time. "

I didn't know that one but it is so beautiful and very poingnant. My own son died at the age of four so it touched me deeply. Many thanks for introducing it to me x

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By *icketysplitsWoman
over a year ago

Way over Yonder, that's where I'm bound

Cake, Roger McGough

i wanted one life

you wanted another

we couldn't have our cake

so we ate each other.

I also like this from him:

The Leader

I wanna be the leader

Can I be the leader?

Can I? I can?

Promise? Promise?

Yippee I'm the leader

I'm the leader

OK what shall we do?

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By *imiUKMan
over a year ago

Hereford

The Leader

I wanna be the leader

Can I be the leader?

Can I? I can?

Promise? Promise?

Yippee I'm the leader

I'm the leader

OK what shall we do?"

Blimey, not heard that for yonks.

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By *renchbambi xWoman
over a year ago

Need to know basis

"Cake, Roger McGough

i wanted one life

you wanted another

we couldn't have our cake

so we ate each other.

I also like this from him:

The Leader

I wanna be the leader

Can I be the leader?

Can I? I can?

Promise? Promise?

Yippee I'm the leader

I'm the leader

OK what shall we do?"

In the land of 3, there is you, there is me and the unknown x

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By *icketysplitsWoman
over a year ago

Way over Yonder, that's where I'm bound

The Leader

I wanna be the leader

Can I be the leader?

Can I? I can?

Promise? Promise?

Yippee I'm the leader

I'm the leader

OK what shall we do?

Blimey, not heard that for yonks.

This thread has made me remember all sorts of poems I haven't thought about in years. With the advent of the internet I don't even have to go to the bookshelf to find the words now.

The Night Mail by Auden is the next one to look up.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Hear I lie all alone

Wishing that you hadn't gone

You're out sucking lots of dick

You fucking slag

You make me sick.

An angst ridden teenage Mr P

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By *icketysplitsWoman
over a year ago

Way over Yonder, that's where I'm bound

"Hear I lie all alone

Wishing that you hadn't gone

You're out sucking lots of dick

You fucking slag

You make me sick.

An angst ridden teenage Mr P

So you've always had a thing for highly sexed women?

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By *imiUKMan
over a year ago

Hereford

"Hear I lie all alone

Wishing that you hadn't gone

You're out sucking lots of dick

You fucking slag

You make me sick.

An angst ridden teenage Mr P

Hahaha! Winner!

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"Hear I lie all alone

Wishing that you hadn't gone

You're out sucking lots of dick

You fucking slag

You make me sick.

An angst ridden teenage Mr P

So you've always had a thing for highly sexed women?

I finally got a keeper though.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

The common commorant or shag, lays eggs inside a paper bag.

The reason why you'll see no doubt, is to keep the lightening out.

But what these unobservant birds, have never noticed is that herds,

Of wandering bears may come with buns, and steal the bags to hold the crumbs.

And I know the fuzzy wuzzy poem as....

Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear

A bear was fuzzy wuzzy

When fuzzy wuzzy lost his hair

He wasn't fuzzy was he!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Robert Louis Stevenson

Christmas at Sea

The sheets were frozen hard, and they

Cut the naked hand;

The decks were like a slide, where a

Seaman scarce could stand,

The wind was a nor`- wester, blowing

Squally off the sea;

And cliffs and spouting breakers

Were the only things a-lee.

They heard the surf a-roaring before

The break of day;

But `twas only with the peep of

Light we saw how ill we lay.

We tumbled every hand on deck

Instanter, with a shout,

And we gave her the maintops`l,and

Stood by to go about.

All day we tack`d and tack`d between

The south head and the North;

All day we haul`d the frozen sheets,

And got no further forth;

All day as cold as charity, in

Bitter pain and dread,

For very life and nature we tack`d

From head to head.

We gave the south a wider berth,

For there the tide race

Roar`d;

But every tack we made we brought

The North Head close aboard;

So`s we saw the cliffs and houses,

And the breakers running high,

And the coastguard in his garden,

With his glass against his eye.

The frost was on the village roofs

As white as ocean foam;

The good red fires were burning

Bright in every longshore

Home;

The windows sparkled clear, and

The chimneys volley`d out;

And I vow we sniff`d the victuals

As the vessel went about.

The bells upon the church were

Rung with a mighty jovial cheer;

For it`s just that I should tell

You how (of all days in the year)

This day of our adversity was

Blessed Christmas morn,

And the house above the coastguard`s

Was the house where I was born.

O well I saw the pleasant room,

The pleasant faces there,

My mother`s silver spectacles, my

Father`s silver hair ;

And well I saw the firelight, like

A flight of homely elves go dancing

Round the china-plates that stand

Upon the shelves!

And well I knew the talk they had,

The talk that was of me, of the

Shadow on the household and the

Son that went to sea;

And O the wicked fool I seemed`d,

In every kind of way, in every

Kind of way, to be hauling frozen

Ropes on blessed Christmas Day.

They lit the high sea-light, and

The dark began to fall, all hands

To lose all top-gallant sails!`

I heard the captain call.

By the lord, she`ll never stand it,`

Our first mate jackson cried,

`It`s the one way or the other,

Mr.jackson,`he replied.

She staggere`d to her bearings, but

Her sails were new and good,

And the ship smelt up to the

Windward just as thou she

Understood.

As the winter`s day was ending, in

The entry of the night, we clear`d

The weary headland and pass`d

Below the light.

And they heav`d a mighty breath,

Every soul on board but me,

As they saw her nose again pointing

Out to sea;

But all I could think of, in the

Darkness and the cold, was just

That I was leaving home and my

Folks were growing old.

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over a year ago

A SUFFOLK TALE

10th march, 1842

No plate had john and joan to hoard,

Plain folks in humble plight,

One tankard only crowned their board

And that was filled each night.

Along its inner bottom sketched

In pride of chubby grace

Some rude engraver`s hand had etched

A baby`s angel face.

John swallowed just a moderate sup,

But joan was not like john,

For when her lips once touched the

Cup she swilled till all was done.

John often urged her to drink fair

But she ne`er changed a jot,

She loved to see the angel there

And therefore drained the pot.

When john found all remonstrance

Vain another card he played

And where the angel stood so plain

He got a de`ll portrayed.

Joan saw the horns, joan saw the

Tail, yet joan as stoutly quaffed,

And every time she swigged her ale

She cleared it at a draught.

John saw with wonder, petrified

The hair rose on his pate,

And why dost guzzle now` he cried,

`At this enormous rate?

`Why john,` says she,`am I to blame?

Can I in conscience stop?

I think `twould be a burning shame

To leave the devil a drop.`

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