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Discussion in 'Reading & Writing' started by Bill Boggs, Oct 27, 2017.
I don't know any that don't start with, "There was a young lady from Nantucket."
"There was a young lady from Nantucket....
who peed in a yellow bucket
The really nasty one begins:
"There once was a man from Nantucket,
Do fairies float on thistledown
Can angels fill a night time dream
The earthly cooks who wear a crown
Are those who served our first ice cream.
The Chinese led with flavoured ice
Milk, flour and camphor, not so good
Fruit juice for Henry, very nice.
Queen Anne enjoyed real ice cream pud.
Ice houses filled the rich mens dream
Not shared by members of the staff
Who served them bowls of silky cream
In silence while their masters laugh.
We plebs began to get a taste
In sixteen hundred, so they say
I bet the hygiene of that paste
Left many on the pot all day.
Ice cream soda, once called Sunday
Riled religions of the day
Had their way. It changed to Sundae
Snow cone parlours on their way.
How things have changed. Once rich mans treat
Shops overflow, an easy sell
All thousand flavours hard to beat
But very fattening-what the hell.
We all scream for ice cream!
JUST A SIMPLE SOLDIER
He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast
And he sat around the Legion Hall
Telling stories of the past
Of a war that he had fought in
And the deeds that he had done
In his exploits with his buddies
They were heroes, every one
And though sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke
All his buddies listened
For they knew whereof he spoke
But we'll hear his tales no longer
For old Bob has passed away
And the world's a little poorer
For a soldier died today
He won't be mourned by many
Just his children and his wife
For he lived an ordinary
Very quiet sort of life
He held a job and raised a family
Quietly going on his way
And the world won't note his passing
Though a soldier died today
When politicians leave this earth
Their bodies lie in state
While thousands note their passing
And proclaim that they were great
Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young
But the passing of a soldier
goes unnoticed and unsung
Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land
Some jerk who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife
goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life
The politician's stipend
And the style in which he lives
Are sometimes disproportionate
To the service that he gives
While the ordinary soldier
Who offers up his all
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small
It's so easy to forget them
For it is so long ago
That our Bob's and Jim's and Johnny's
Went to battle, but we know
It was not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys
Should you find yourself in danger
With your enemies at hand
would you really want some cop-out
With his ever waffling stand
Or would you want a SOLDIER
who has sworn to defend
His home, his kin, and country
And will fight until the end
He was just a common soldier
And his ranks are growing thin
But his presence should remind us
We may need his kind again
For when countries are in conflict
Then we find the soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start
If we cannot do him honor
While he's here to hear the praise
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days
Perhaps a simple headline
in the paper that might say:
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING
FOR A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."
If it dont ryhme and ring my chime...
It ant no poem its a poo....
I don't think I've ever heard that Nancy. Thanks.
Here is one of my "String-cheese" poems:
And In Between
He left a hero, and came home a hero…and in between…he was heroic. According to the roster…it was his turn to be a hero, so he was. Don’t cry…heroes are never in short supply…and they all get to fly.
He was brave when he left, and came “home” brave…and in between he walked bravely. It’s hard to tell, but when he fell…he fell bravely. So add our yell…of “Bravo”....to all who gravely tell …of bravery.
He rode out a chief, and returned a chief…and in between… he chiefly saved the day… He led the way. His eye was clear, and shadow long. But some would say…”he’s had his song”…they would die wrong.
He was born of God, and died of God…and in between…he lived of God. His goal, along the way…was to obey. Some would say, for him there was “no other way…to love”…true and faithful …to the end.
@Joe Riley, Another poet has entered the room. Good going, Joe I like the way you string them. It seems our lives are lived in between some objective or what we're looking for.
@Joe Riley, I believe you have a talent for rap. . It does have the rhythm, don't you think?
Just teasing. I love the poem and the message.
I think this is a cute poem, written by a man named Sheldon "Shel" Silverstein. Apparently he wrote a lot of children's poems. That's about my speed. The lyrics to the song, "A Boy Named Sue," was one of his poems.
Where the Sidewalk Ends
Be careful when you ask for a hot dog....with everything on it!
By Shel Silverstein
I like that one even better!