h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Afternoon Maddy!

Spring has sprung
The grass is ris
I wonder where the boidies is

The boid is on the wing
Why that's absoid
I always thought the wing
Was on the boid!

[Trad. American. Origin unknown]

Is is Spring? It's just been snowing here - again!

Always Autumn in my memory.
(Ursula Fanning 'Half-Term')

Of course some of you will be wondering who this Fanning woman is - as I was when I re-read my post as it was disappearing!

That should read Ursula Fanthorpe. Put it down to age

The world looks good enough to bite.
That's the season to be young,
Catching snowflakes on your tongue.

[Winter Morning: Ogden Nash]

They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,
On a winter's morn, on a stormy day,
In a Sieve they went to sea!

[Edwatd Lear: The Jumblies]

And now the storm-blast came, and he
Was tyrannous and strong:
He struck with his o'ertaking wings,
And chased us south along.

Coleridge - 'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner'

It snowed again today,
will it snow tomorrow?
The snowman is leaning
over with a look of sorrow.

The path is icy underfoot.
I slip, slide and fall.
Is it my imagination, is he
now laughing at us all?


[orig]

I guess that was Buk's last job
honkin' me over
the Harbor Freeway
crossin' me over
by San Remo
his warty eyes blinkin'
in the blindin' steel and gas

(Walkin' with Bukowski by Lucky)

oh! poor Humphrey the downing st.cat,he's killed his last mouse,i suppose that is that.

Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door.
His name, as I ought to have told you before,
Is really Asparagus. That's such a fuss
To pronounce, that we usually call him just Gus.
T S Eliot

In a dim corner of my room, for longer than my fancy thinks,
A somnolent and silent Sphinx has watched me through the shifting gloom.


[The Sphinx, Oscar Wilde.]

The neighbours' dog will not stop barking.
He is barking the same high rhythmic bark
that he barks every time they leave the house.
They must switch him on on their way out.

[Billy Collins - Another Reason Why I Don't Keep a Gun in the House]

Bark bark bark bark
Bark Bark BARK BARK



[On the Awful Battle of the Pekes and the Pollicles: together with Some Account of the Participation of the Pugs and the Poms, and the Intervention of the Great Rumpuscat - T. S. Eliot.]

It's raining cats and dogs
and gerbils and butterflies too.
I wonder what the R.S.P.C.A.
will do?

[orig.]

...He has no gaudy bruises, the bumper knocked him clear

A four foot box, a foot for every year


Ted Hughes - MID-TERM BREAK

I'd almost forgotten that Ted Hughes poem


Here is cruel Frederick, see !
A horrid wicked boy was he;
He caught the flies, poor little things,
And then tore off their tiny wings

Edward Lear

Here lies whom hound did ne'er pursue
Nor swifter greyhound follow,
Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew,
Nor ear heard huntsman's halloo;

Old Tiney, surliest of his kind,
Who, nursed with tender care,
And to domestic bounds confined,
Was still a wild Jack hare.


Wm Cowper (d.1800) Epitaph On A Hare

We are dying,we are dying,we are all of us dying
and nothing will say the death-flood rising within us
and soon it will rise on the world'on the outside world



(D.H.Lawrence..ship of death)

Spike

On the Nang Ning Nong
Where the cows go pong
All the birds now go boo-hoo.

On the Nong Nang Ning
There's a hollow ring
- it's not the same without you.

On the Ning Nong Nang
All the lambs go twang
In the fields - they're looking for you.

So on the Ning Nang Nong
I'll end my song
Cos something's wrong -
Spike has gone -

Spike, I miss you.


[Orig. - sorry it's a bit long - written on the occasion of Spike Milligan's death. Included here as a welcome for bluesue ]