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Yeah,
gotta wonder who that was
and what they said
that was so bad
it wasn't even
Bad Poetry.
~jwf~
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Posted Apr 9, 2013 by clare
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In Pliny
you can plainly see
that it was me.
The poetry
you can find in my Cow Talk journal entry.
It is in the first post and called "moo" 
| | Subject: Bad Poetry
Posted Apr 9, 2013 by clare
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Ooooh t'would that I be
a friendly bee
an untoward tree.
Ode to a bee or tree or me
t'would be so free.
T'would be so twee.
Twee Twee Tweet
go the birds, and the bee
just says "Let me be me.
Don't you see that I have to be free?
Don't you see that I have to make honey?
Don't you see that I need more words that end in ee?
Hel hel helllllpppp meeeee!"
There are lots of words which end in ee
Some are here, as you will see: 
If you live upon the River Dee
Chances are the ducks will flee
When children decide to agree
To wade freezing waters near the sea 
'Sleeping dogs lie' and 'Let it be'
May bring comfort to you and me
Turning round and round makes us giddy 
As down the hill we run... Wheeeeeeeeee!
A parasite like worm and flea
May be eradicated for a fee
The play on words can be fun you see
There should be more before we have tea!
lil x
aswell as ee's there's always ayes
i've tried to please but rub my eyes
conjuring with ease results in sighs
i'm tired, hungry - how time flies
we stock bad poetry in every size
It’s strange that e should be
“E by gum”, agrees a local see
"T’was only right that it should be"
Lets hear it for our humble e
>> a friendly bee
an untoward tree <<
"An untoward tree"!
Wonderful phrase.
My kinda thinky stuff,
meaningfully meaningless
but never in a mean way.
~jwf~
See, see the caring sky
Marvel at its big pink depths.
Tell me, Jim do you
Wonder why the warthog ignores you?
Why its foolish stare
makes you feel tired.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your fuzzy facial growth
That looks like
A cheese.
What's more, it knows
Your pig potting shed
Smells of pea.
Everything under the big caring sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm stilton cheeses.
I have fuzzy facial hair
See me when I blink or stare
Frankly I don’t give a care
About my, fuzzy facial hair
Horace Slughorn, I never told you how I truly feel
Hiding my feelings is far from ideal
Never shall I kiss someone else's lips
Never will we make any boring trips
With our love combined everything is in reach
Seeing the sun go under at the beach
I think we are the perfect match
You are the greatest catch
We met each other, some time ago
It was the first time we said 'Hello'
You are my sweetheart day by day
I hope you will never go away
This Country Mansion is for you, I hope you will like it
I am dying to see your reaction, that I will admit
This poem has come to an end
There are many more I would like to send
This Posting has been hidden during moderation,
Because it broke those strict House Rules.
It must have caused some fuss or botheration,
Or used some words not taught in schools?
Another day perhaps they might have,
Restructured the rhyme with more cunning,
Since the message can be saved,
Explicitly, without need of punning.
Haunted moon lifeless
scars slow to heal worried glance
in the yard dreaming
Is the  haunted
Leaving planet  feeling taunted
Best we send up a priest quick to fix it
When he’s done give him a cup of and a biscuit
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