Poetry please!

[jaysay]

Little birdie in tree
cannot sing cannot fly
useless sod

[jaysay]

A policeman has a truncheon
magician has a wand
pray sir tell the differance
A magicians wand is used in cunning stunts

[Kiki]

Burnley Web

People come,people go
People often say "Hello"
We talk about the strangest things from photography to fairy rings
We may waste time some folk might say
But does it matter? No!no way.
by me .

[Poppy]

Originally Posted by Kiki

Burnley Web

People come,people go
People often say "Hello"
We talk about the strangest things from photography to fairy rings
We may waste time some folk might say
But does it matter? No!no way.
by me .

Wonderful Kiki, you have us all down to a tee

[Poppy]

Kiki writes amazing verse
Mine I'm afraid is much much worse
Cant make it scan, Am on of those
can oly rhyme rose, with nose
So before you see how bad I am
I'll give up verse an stick to prose

[Kiki]

Thats ok Poppy! I just make stuff up as i go along ! being part crazy helps! (thats me i mean) Thanks !

[WillowTheWhisp]

The Story of Augustus who not have any Soup

by Heinrich Hoffmann


Augustus was a chubby lad;
Fat ruddy cheeks Augustus had;
And everybody saw with joy
The plump and hearty healthy boy.
He ate and drank as he was told,
And never let his soup get cold.
But one day, one cold winter's day,
He threw away the spoon and screamed:
"O take the nasty soup away!
I won't have any soup to-day:
I will not, will not eat my soup!
I will not eat it, no!"

Next day! now look, the picture shows
How lank and lean Augustus grows!
Yet, though he feels so weak and ill,
The naughty fellow cries out still�
"Not any soup for me, I say!
O take the nasty soup away!
I will not, will not eat my soup!
I will not eat it, no!"

The third day comes. O what a sin!
To make himself so pale and thin.
Yet, when the-soup is put on table,
He screams, as loud as he is able�
"Not any soup for me, I say!
O take the nasty soup away!
I won't have any soup to-day!"

Look at him, now the fourth day's come!
He scarce outweighs a sugar-plum;

He's like a little bit of thread;
And on the fifth day he was-dead.

[Kiki]

Very nice to hear the old stuff!

[WillowTheWhisp]

I was reciting that one to my daughter on the bus the other day!

[Kiki]

Thats nice! I make up songs too ,for my grandchildren!