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We tried to tell Grandad about cyber danger.
But he just kept muttering "Been drinking it all me life".
When I died
Four princesses sat on my grave and cried.
The first was Princess Autumn, whose red tears
Were gentle in their falling.
Next was Princess Winter
Her tears heart-broken white crystal.
Third came Princess Spring
Each flowing blue-skied raindrop a song.
And last Princess Summer
And her tears each a sunbeam, so they were golden on my tomb.
When these four princesses had visited and wept their fill.
My bones at last were put at peace and rest there still.
Red, white, blue and gold
So is eternity foretold.
As I were going down the sneck
The ghastly goblin had me by the neck.
Oh Mam! He gave me such a fright!
I hope he isn't there again tonight.
This Newspaper understands the Duke of York's leadership has come under severe attack.
One leading forces' representative complained "It was an uphill struggle from the start".
Another added "After that things went rapidly downhill".
Last night the Duke's office was unavailable for comment.
Stuck on pail duty with Jill again. God, it's an uphill task.
Issa wrote many poems that show empathy for other beings. Here is one I like
.猫塚に正月させるごまめ哉
neko tsuka [ni] shôgatsu saseru gomame kana
on the cat's grave
in First Month...
dried sardines
Someone tried sell me a steam cleaner. What a con. Isn't steam clean already?
How many humans lived in the stone age?
More specifically
At any one time
In the paleolithic, the old stone age
In the place between the fens that began at (what is now) Cambridge and the low chalk hills to the south
Near where I live
We cannot count souls. That's too hard. But every time I look across a field at sunrise or sunset I wonder
Someone gave me a flint core, a word that means heart.
From such a core someone split arrowheads and leaf blades
Killers and cutters
Cruel in truth, yet when you handle it you marvel at the skill
As though you are embracing each human heart again
One of my favourite nonsense verses in this, by Gelett Burgess.
I never saw a Purple Cow,
I never hope to see one;
But I can tell you, anyhow,
I'd rather see than be one.
This has often been parodied and I'd like to add my contribution. Here is my first attempt.
Macbeth: She should have dye'd hereafter.
There would have been a time for such a colour.
Tomorrow. And tomorrow...
The Wisdom of the Crowd they said
But I, being a Slob
The Instinct of the Mob
Was what I read.
The leaves always whisper
Come on come on
Let's get down and dirty
We shall be your cosy blanket
Of bright wet flame.
When we think we can get through to Spring
Without putting those clumsy gloves on.
No want be ticed.
She said "Are you trying to make a joke of me?"
"You know that was the laughing on my mind".
I wentoutthatmorning
and the lawn was so bright and just bright with eyeopening stuff I could paw-fondle for ages
Like scratching it or playing but it
Tickled my paws in such a delightfully playful and rollover way that I did many times
And I jumped too and my paws
Have never forgotten
That old time
Dears
Peaches of immortality.
Has the use by date been exceeded?
I've got a right to spot birds. They've spotted me often enough.
When Dad went bird-spotting he always dressed in animal skins. It seems birds can't see you in the hide.
When Father heard the kittens mew
He flung them in the boiling glue.
Explaining that, although it's icky
I failed the interview to be a marine biologist. They asked about flatfish and I was left floundering.
Why couldn't Santa find Elves?
Each autumn leaf
Repays its debt.
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