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 |  |  | Subject: Nonsense verse; or the silliness of the iambs Posted Mar 16, 2009 by myk6629129AKALoftskywalker This is a reply to this Posting
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 |  |  | Subject: Nonsense verse; or the silliness of the iambs Posted Mar 17, 2009 by Jabberwock This is a reply to this Posting
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[E. Morton Sideswindler]
Many people on the B P thread Were writing silly poetry instead The trouble is That some wasn't silly or bad by far - Having a certain je ne sais quoi
However, by train, boat, verse, sentence, ambulance or car This silly thread might be another star Together would be great , but as a rule While you're busy acting, being the fool I fear the first thread Will beciome forgotten, dead, No more than a faded memory Along with its poetry.
[And anyway, Spike Milligan rules, for me!]
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 |  |  | Subject: Nonsense verse; or the silliness of the iambs Posted Mar 17, 2009 by AlsoRan80 This is a reply to this Posting
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  |  | Ode to Paul
"I am old" said the crone. And tired, frail and bent, Yet always has interest, In Paul's every attempt.
He chats and encourages, gives strenth when 'tis needed, I sure wish that he Could fly and be greeted,
by all of his fans, who hang on his words. Dear Paul when will you come, To these shores that are girded
With lots of us waiting, By hearth, road and heath. Dear Paul please come quickly, Or we shall all weep.
Well not really.. But it would be great to meet you before ... well you know what happens to ten out of ten of us. !!
CME AR80
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