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

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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~

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"

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

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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

proverbial rants
recalling the dance
enthrall and enhance.
moreover, the rule
orders that school
defend the fool.

such as it may be
unless you are free
cussing won't help
know someone will yelp
shushing you, see?

It's good I know but I had to put SOMEthing in here to get it going again!

stamp stamp! rant rant! ....Stop: Look: and Listen
pull a face! crazy, race! ... "Follow that cab!"
Get angry! Get mad!..."I dooo 'NoT' bellieeeve it!"
let go-flow. silent: mime. ..."There's no place like home! There's no place like home!"
talk with friends, share a joke..."The sun 'will' be out tomorrow!"
(but right here,
underneath the grey clouds-
it's tipping down with rain-
-again!)

forlornly we mourn
the passing summer
even golden fall is passing away
its cold
and muddy
and grey
the day is grey

Say -


care for a cuppa?
It'll make our day!

Bark of the Rooaba tree!
That's the thing for me!
Hot, no saucer or doyle!
I'd love another cup of tea!

Great poetry Clare and myk6629129AKALoftskywalker

We don't have to worry about running out of curry
because Murray will get a new batch from Surrey.
He'll take a train and a bus to the town of Barnstead
to pick up the tandoori chicken and pitta bread.

lets dance our life away!
sway our shoulders as we surf the net
bop with our eybrows
cha-cha our nostrils like we just don't care
foxtrot to the kettle
smooch a steaming cup
Zazen
wave hands like clouds
part horses mane
rock n roll to sleep ...... Beep...beep...beep...beep