Yay poetry!
Here's one I wrote:
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils
It's not finished yet. The next verse is about how I went past the daffodils, round the corner and found some people dogging, then joined in. I think I'll call it "The Daffodils and Dogging".
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Fri 5 Sep 2008, 1:21,
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I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils
It's not finished yet. The next verse is about how I went past the daffodils, round the corner and found some people dogging, then joined in. I think I'll call it "The Daffodils and Dogging".
"There once was a poet named Will
Who tramped his way over a hill
And was speechless for hours
Over some stupid flowers
This was years before TV, but still."
badgods.com/limerickpoems.html
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Fri 5 Sep 2008, 2:38,
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And was speechless for hours
Over some stupid flowers
This was years before TV, but still."
badgods.com/limerickpoems.html