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

What would happen to the fish?

The went to that big pool in the sky years ago.
I'm just too lazy to get rid of my empty fishtanks.

Oh, okay.

poor, dear fishies, we'll see them nevermore...
They've up and kicked the bucket,but, don't cry
They swim with giants, Paul, toward some distant shore...
Leaving us all one helluva fish fry.

That was beautiful, ex-Rambling.
It deserves a second verse, but I am
so close to dozing off, I wouldn't
even get halfway through a li...

*sniff* Yes, it was beautiful.*hides fish batter*
If I do say so myself.*tucks Paul in* G'night, bud.

Dancer

Ho, hum, it took awhile, but I'm finally up and somewhat functional.
We'll see about that poem. Here goes:

Sunlight-dappled water ripples softly,
As golden, blue-flecked fish dart here and there.
The shadow of a lily pad drifts oftly
Across a red-crowned monarch's pebbled lair.

Mid glints of silver, minnows flit and hover,
While lazy tadpoles wallow in the muck
A frog hides 'neath its pungent ferny cover
Upon a rock, until it's rudely struck

By errant acorns. SPLASH! It hits the water.
The fish all scatter, head for spots secluded.
A red-and-blue-flecked dragonfly-a squatter-
Surveys the rippled surface, mud-occluded.

The acorn gently bobs. The waters clear,
As frog and fish in time will reappear.

When I awoke one morning
when all good things are born
a robin perched upon my sill
to welcome in the dawn

it was gay and free and happy
so sweetly did it sing
sweet thoughts of joy and happiness
into my heart did spring

So smiling at it`s warble
and leaning from my bed
I gently closed the window
and crushed its ing head

That was nice, Red Dog.
Was it written by a cat?

says she love the poems, they were GREAT!
(She's still laughing.)
That was a good one Red Dog, but I don't get your's, Paul.
I haven't studied poetry very much. (But mother just said I'm going to soon...)

Cat poetry is really baaaad. At the start of the Cat War we had a bizarre poetry corner thing going for a while. Its at http://www.bbc.co.uk/h2g2/guide/F73287?thread=132007

Oh, Lord, how I laughed when I read them.
Hay, we got snow!!! I haven't seen snow in november in about 10 years.

Red Dog, the robin poem seemed to be
written from a cat's viewpoint.
Perhaps there's a dog somewhere who's
bilingual enough to write such a poem?

Or maybe a suicidal robin really wrote it,
throwing us all off?

Hmmmm. Interesting scenario Paul, have you considered the possibility of an undercover cat masquerading as a Dog

That would explain a lot, wouldn't it....

I know a cat who thinks she's a dog. But she isn't
into disguises. Her approach is to let the rest of
the world get tied into knots if it wants. If we silly
humans can't tell she's a dog, that's our problem.

Actually, I didn't know cats wrote any poetry at all.
They're too busy dancing and painting, though I
suppose the ones who can't dance and can't paint
would have to fall back on poetry. I would avoid
those cats.....

You got snow, eR? Aren't you in Texas?

for It does snow in Texas mainly in our area in late December thru February. Then it only last for a couple days.Durring the snow fall just about everything come to a stand still,as poeple just do not known how to drive in it and won't slow down. It is really best to stay off the roadways.

xR