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

Has anyone seen Bub?
He/She is a multi-dimensional, non-corporeal life form.
The last time Bub was detected was at the pub
and that was during a very much needed rainstorm.

Bub is the character that keeps on trolling Wolverine.
Wolverine aka James Howlett who's an Agent of SHIELD.
He was a soldier in the mid 19th century when he was a teen
and would be fighting with others in a battle field.

Bub blocks Wolverine whenever he is fighting.
No-one can sense him except Wolverine and psychics.
Also Bub trolls Wolverine when ever there's thunder and lightning
or whenever Wolverine is building a wall using red stone bricks.

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It's a poem/verse home written stuff and not copies of others thread

My Bonnie lies over the ocean.
My Bonnie lies over the sea.
My Bonnie heard a commotion.
My Bonnie heard the wail of a banshee.
My Bonnie saw the banshee jump over a hill.
My Bonnie watched the banshee make it rain.
My Bonnie felt a sudden chill.
My Bonnie drank another glass of champagne.

So, bring back, oh bring back,
bring back my Bonnie to me, to me.
I hope she will bring Jack with his sack
and the contents of a larder and pantry.

Kat

My Bonnie looked into a gas tank,
The height of its contents to see.
She lit a small match to assist her.
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me

That's brill' Paul - love it mate..

It's not original.

One of my former co-workers said that if it's good it's not original, and if it's original it's not good.

For this threadoriginal means :- "you've" got to written it" not from other sources etc...

My bonnie lies over the ocean.
My bonnie lies over the sea.
My bonnie has made a potion.
My bonnie has made a lotion.
So bring, oh bring back.
Bring back Jack and his sack.
Bring back my bonnie to me.
Bring back another cup of tea.

In my dreams, she was the perfect partner!
In my visions, she was a goddess!
In reality, she's never existed!
In the future, maybe all will come true!
In the future, I most probability will still be dreaming of a vision!

Hovering by my suitcase,
waiting for a taxi.
I see a busker play on their cello bass
as I hear the roar of the waves of the sea.

I am trying to find a hotel
where I will stay.
It will be the best place to dwell
where there will be a buffet.

The heaving rain is falling
as I enter the car.
I feel I have found my calling
is to play the violin and guitar.

It's a rainy night in Lerwick
and it seems like it's raining all over the world.
Looking from my hotel window as I hold on to my walking stick.
I see perceive my life's path is unfurling.

Here comes my hinny
wearing her frilly pinny.
She asks me if I am all reet
and what about my canny feet.

She makes it rain by blethering
and covering the rhubarb with feathering.
It rained so much the road became clarty
as the mud piled up where they'll be a party.

It is Ashington mining village that needs a pump
at the White elephant hotel where there's a tree stump.
We will wait outside with beer and our bait
which will be boiled eggs and tomatoes and one date.

It's been five weeks since your last post.
We feared that you'd turned to a ghost,
But now you've come back.
You have not lost the knack
Of dong what you love the most

In an office up West was a lad who was put to the test.
His name was Obadiah who was always very well dressed.
It is there were he wore his very best Saville Row vest
where he would love to jest about his family crest.

Obadiah in one Friday morning where he came in yawning
as his pals said, "My word you are a very naughty boy,
as we saw you walking with a lass as the day was dawning".
"You tried to impress her by telling her that you are so very coy."

"We saw you kiss her twice, which she said that it was very nice.
Then you put her arms around her and gave her waist a tight squeeze.
Nothing stopped you, not even the smog, nor the snow or ice
and now you've got a chill and it is making you sneeze.

Who were you with last night,
out in the pale moonlight.
It wasn't your sister or mother
nor was it your older brother.
It was not even your father
or your aunt who worked up a lather.
Are you going to tell your family
when you go back to your home.
I hope it doesn't end in a calamity
and you end up with the family's tome.

Love is blind! Can be good or bad..?
Blind to love! Can be good or bad..?
Being BLIND! Can still have loveBY touch!!!!!

Hail to the chief
and the fief.
We have chosen for the nation
the perfect star constellation.

We salute them one and all
whenever we put on our shawl.
We will pledge our co-operation
whenever we are on our vacation.

We will have a great date
with our mate who has a fantastic gait.
It will be proud and loud
as we will wrap ourself in our shroud.

Our aim is make our land grander
as we go and have a quick gander at the bird's dander.
This we will do whenever we are having a barbecue
as we go and have a special brew with our stew.

This our strong belief that we will be our own ocean reef
as we gather every Sunday were we have a favourite roast beef.
Hail to those who have been chosen as a Starfleet commander
on a spaceship that will go on a warp drive meander.

I saw her face.
T'is was beauty unlimited.
To preserve, I put paint on brush.
Alas, I'm no artist.
Her vision remains only in my memory..

Happy Hanukkah, Happy Holiday,
with the merry bells ringing.
The Hanukkah lights will banish all the grey
from our hearts with the choir's joyfully singing.
Happy Hanukkah to all of you,
and may the light of hope light your way.
Look out to see the glistening frost and dew
which makes everything look parfait.

I love my planet.
It's the only home I have.
The universe is vast, so finding another one is impossible.
Alas though this one is filled with bad people as well as good.
They kill life of many types for money.
Find me a world where the bad don't exist.
Yet another one that's impossible..............