Thread: Poets corner.............

Although your rhymes were bad.

Which is quite sad

Originally Posted by e[img

http://www.woodworkforums.ubeaut.com.au/images/icons/icon12.gif[/img]chnidna]who was very well fed.........

Bob, old mate, how am I going to educate you. It should be "who, they said, was very well fed" this is the way to keep the meter,

Beinig as you were number two, you stuffed up all the other Wordsworths, can you ever forgive yourself?

PS Thanks for the MDF info.

Peter R.

I thought it was Bob, Aw well! he can take it he has broad shoulders, I hope!!
Fidy and I have had a drinkies.

Poetic license,
and a bit of teasing,
naught to seek forgiveness for!

Originally Posted by echnidna

Poetic license,
and a bit of teasing,
naught to seek forgiveness for!

Bob Thomas, did you see the thing that I put in about having a serious poet's Corner? I can't find it. Idiot that I am.
If you did, and it makes any sense, reply, but be nice.

Peter R.

This thread
Started about Zed,
But Zed has fled,
And I don't come here much of the time
Coz I have trouble making a Rhyme,
Golly Gee
I'm a poet,
But I didnt Know it.

Is that serious enough Peter R ?

Originally Posted by echnidna

Is that serious enough Peter R ?

spose! But I was jist hoping

Peter R

Originally Posted by Driver

He went out to his shed,
The incomparable Zed,
To examine with care his tool hoard.

He needed to find
A blade of just the right grind
To bring back to the Bulletin Board

His tormentors three:
That's you two, and me,
Had been giving him curry for days.

It was time, thought young Zeddy
I am more than just ready
To get back at these bastards in spades

So ...

Com'on blokes and shielas the stuff presented so far is good, but it is good doggerel, how about some serious stuff. Try Banjo CJ Dennis, or whomever.
Or , always someone to stick his neck out, Peter R. But No! I have not seen the prize that is to be offered By . and I don't share my talents with just anybody

Peter R.

Twas on the Huon River that I sat to shiver
when the cold blast from the south
made me put the hip flask to my mouth,
I sipped the fluid amber and thought of a seven pounder,
The cold sou' wester was a real tester for coat and hat,
Twas on the huon River I sat,
I had no fish but filled my wish to go on the river and fish,
The flask was depleted and I was defeated,
Twas time to go back to he house,
Having no fish is not a concern when you know
there is always another turn.

Twas to the fish shop I went
Had to go, by the wife I was sent
Minimum chips, flake, and two dimmies
All caught with hard earned money
Just enough for our two tummies

Al

When we came back from the river,
My friend and I we did deliver,
To my missus, God forgive her,
Fish for dinner from our toil.

But she soon caught on the caper,
Not five minutes did it take her,
Stuck to the fish were bits of paper,
From the fish shop near the Royal.

We caught the fish and did not linger,
we wanted the fish finger.
Now we have it what do we do?
Cook the thing on the BBQ?
Now we cooked it I suppose
we can use it to pick our nose.
What about the fishes toes?

What sorta fish has got toes?
A crocodile fish I suppose,
So if you get a bite,
Be careful you dont get pulled outa sight.