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Look out for the man, at a quarter past 10,
With a step in his spring, and a luminous hen.
3 beards made of nails,
Some ivory whales
And a cufflink the weight of 5 men.
A diamond tiara and a loris fur cape,
Silver-plated toupee, tied up at the nape.
6 boots made of yak,
Human spleens in a sack,
And a gopher that keeps changing shape.
Dragging behind him, a muscular boat,
Two dozen jellies encasing a goat,
A deer made from bunting,
Some cheese fit for hunting,
And a fig-tree approaching a moat.
Surrounding his belly, the stench of a frog,
Standing on hedgehogs, an ambiguous dog,
Big pink monkeys dancing,
A score lancers lancing,
And a phonebook devouring a log.
Oxygen tanks, fit only for mice,
Old chiropractors inflating some lice,
A hole-punched red moon,
A man-bending spoon,
And an elephant made out of rice.
In a big barrel, some lollipop stew,
Waiting with Santa, a cow sniffing glue,
A loincloth of keys,
A belt made of bees,
And a flowering didgeridoo.
Look out for the man at a quarter past 10,
‘Cos if he isn't here now, he just might be then.
With a step in his spring, and a luminous hen.
3 beards made of nails,
Some ivory whales
And a cufflink the weight of 5 men.
A diamond tiara and a loris fur cape,
Silver-plated toupee, tied up at the nape.
6 boots made of yak,
Human spleens in a sack,
And a gopher that keeps changing shape.
Dragging behind him, a muscular boat,
Two dozen jellies encasing a goat,
A deer made from bunting,
Some cheese fit for hunting,
And a fig-tree approaching a moat.
Surrounding his belly, the stench of a frog,
Standing on hedgehogs, an ambiguous dog,
Big pink monkeys dancing,
A score lancers lancing,
And a phonebook devouring a log.
Oxygen tanks, fit only for mice,
Old chiropractors inflating some lice,
A hole-punched red moon,
A man-bending spoon,
And an elephant made out of rice.
In a big barrel, some lollipop stew,
Waiting with Santa, a cow sniffing glue,
A loincloth of keys,
A belt made of bees,
And a flowering didgeridoo.
Look out for the man at a quarter past 10,
‘Cos if he isn't here now, he just might be then.
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Look out for the man, at a quarter past 10,
With a step in his spring, and a luminous hen.
3 beards made of nails,
Some ivory whales
And a cufflink the weight of 5 men.
A diamond tiara and a loris fur cape,
Silver-plated toupee, tied up at the nape.
6 boots made of yak,
Human spleens in a sack,
And a gopher that keeps changing shape.
Dragging behind him, a muscular boat,
Two dozen jellies encasing a goat,
A deer made from bunting,
Some cheese fit for hunting,
And a fig-tree approaching a moat.
Surrounding his belly, the stench of a frog,
Standing on hedgehogs, an ambiguous dog,
Big pink monkeys dancing,
A score lancers lancing,
And a phonebook devouring a log.
Oxygen tanks, fit only for mice,
Old chiropractors inflating some lice,
A hole-punched red moon,
A man-bending spoon,
And an elephant made out of rice.
In a big barrel, some lollipop stew,
Waiting with Santa, a cow sniffing glue,
A loincloth of keys,
A belt made of bees,
And a flowering didgeridoo.
Look out for the man at a quarter past 10,
‘Cos if he isn't here now, he just might be then.
With a step in his spring, and a luminous hen.
3 beards made of nails,
Some ivory whales
And a cufflink the weight of 5 men.
A diamond tiara and a loris fur cape,
Silver-plated toupee, tied up at the nape.
6 boots made of yak,
Human spleens in a sack,
And a gopher that keeps changing shape.
Dragging behind him, a muscular boat,
Two dozen jellies encasing a goat,
A deer made from bunting,
Some cheese fit for hunting,
And a fig-tree approaching a moat.
Surrounding his belly, the stench of a frog,
Standing on hedgehogs, an ambiguous dog,
Big pink monkeys dancing,
A score lancers lancing,
And a phonebook devouring a log.
Oxygen tanks, fit only for mice,
Old chiropractors inflating some lice,
A hole-punched red moon,
A man-bending spoon,
And an elephant made out of rice.
In a big barrel, some lollipop stew,
Waiting with Santa, a cow sniffing glue,
A loincloth of keys,
A belt made of bees,
And a flowering didgeridoo.
Look out for the man at a quarter past 10,
‘Cos if he isn't here now, he just might be then.
I know the overall rhyming scheme is a bit iffy. Don't say a word.
very good! Lighthearted poetry..just what i need to cheer me up from this bout of hayfever! But - you did'nt use 'cubists official poetry site' he will be sawly disapointed!
Oh crap, forgot about that.
I'll shove in there as well, to apease his Cubisty-ness
I'll shove in there as well, to apease his Cubisty-ness
A poem.
It's a series of nonsense limericks.
Poetry rhyme scemes are best if they are:
A
B
A
B
[Where A rhymes with A and B rhymes with B]
Or
A
A
B
B
[Same as above]
Or
A
B
B
A
[Again, same as above]
Poetry rhyme scemes are best if they are:
A
B
A
B
[Where A rhymes with A and B rhymes with B]
Or
A
A
B
B
[Same as above]
Or
A
B
B
A
[Again, same as above]
I just read it again, it is funny in a slapstick way and I am guessing this isn't meant to be taken too seriously...
Of course, some of the best poems consist of irregular rhyming patterns, pararhymes (where the words don't quite rhyme- it creates a sense of chaos!) or don't even rhyme at all!
There are no constraints to poetry and I don't believe that someone can tell someone else how best to go about poetry. Poetry is, after all, often a spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings.
Nice poems!
There are no constraints to poetry and I don't believe that someone can tell someone else how best to go about poetry. Poetry is, after all, often a spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings.
Nice poems!
No crap.
Way to patronise a guy ...
Way to patronise a guy ...
P.S. I love the 'step in his spring', what a great play on words and it made me chuckle!
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