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Post a poem that you like


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Post Mon Dec 01, 2014 11:18 pm

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IMO we have become too PC for our own good. Even Santa's perplexed.

'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...
How to live in a world that's politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to "Elves".
"Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves.
And labor conditions at the north pole
Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul.
Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,
Released to the wilds by the Humane Society.
And equal employment had made it quite clear
That Santa had better not use just reindeer.
So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid,
Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!

And as for the gifts, why, he'd never had a notion
That making a choice could cause so much commotion.
Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,
Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her.
Nothing that might be construed to pollute.
Nothing to aim. Nothing to shoot.
Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise.
Nothing for just girls. Or just for the boys.
Nothing that claimed to be gender specific.
But to be safe, a lump of coal might be terrific.

So Santa just stood there, disheveled, perplexed;
He just could not figure out what to do next.
He tried to be merry, tried to be metro,
But alas, he would always be stuck in retro.
His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground;
Nothing fully acceptable was to be found.

Something special was needed, a gift that he might
Give to all without angering the left or the right.
A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,
Each group of people, every religion;
Every ethnicity, every hue,
Everyone, everywhere...even you.
So here is that gift, it's price beyond worth...
"May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on earth."

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Post Tue Apr 14, 2015 5:04 pm

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Oh the werewolf, oh the werewolf
Comes stepping along
He dont even break the branches where hes gone
Once I saw him in the moonlight, when the bats were a flying
I saw the werewolf, and the werewolf was crying

Otis Campbell

My brother's not a werewolf
Spoiler:
My brother's not a werewolf
though it often looks that way.
He has to shave his whiskers
almost every single day.

His feet are getting furry
and his hands are sprouting hair.
His voice is deep and growling
like a grumpy grizzly bear.

He often sleeps throughout the day
and stays up half the night.
And if you saw the way he eats
you'd surely scream in fright.

His clothes are ripped and dirty
like the stuff a werewolf wears.
His socks and shirts are shredded
and his pants have countless tears.

If you should ever meet him
you'll discover what I mean.
My brother's not a werewolf;
he's just turning seventeen.

--Kenn Nesbitt
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Post Mon Jan 11, 2016 5:28 pm

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Denne visa er fra 1945. Dere kjenner nok ikke igjen navnene det er referert til her, men de var stor- Nazister i tyskernes tjeneste.

Visen er av Per Kvist:

Ti små jøssinger møtte Jonas Lie,
en kalte ham for Judas og så var de bare ni.

Ni små jøssinger ruslet opp til slotte,
en ropte "Leve Kongen" og så var de bare åtte.

Åtte små jøssinger vandret glad i hu,
en hadde nisselue , og så var de bare sju.

Syv små jøssinger møtte hver sin heks,
en møtte Olga **øner - og så var de bare seks.

Seks små jøssinger var på veien hjem,
en hadde hørt på London, og så var de bare fem.

Fem små jøssinger gav seg til å flire,
da hirden kom masjerende, og så var de bare fire.

Fire små jøssinger vandret langt avste`
en prøvde å nå Sverige, og så var de bare tre.

Tre små jøssinger fikk lyst til å se blo`,
en dro til Frølich-Hansen, og så var de bare to.

To små jøssinger satt stille på en plen,
der lyttet de til Fuglesang, og så var de bare en.

En liten jøssing tok av disse vers kopi,
så havnet han på Grini - og så var de atter ni.
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Post Sun Jun 12, 2016 10:28 am

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Don't ever laugh when a hearse goes by,
For you may be the next to die.

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle on your snout.
There's one little worm that's very shy,
Crawls into your stomach and out your eye.

Your stomach turns a slimy green,
And pus pours out like whipping cream.
You spread it on a slice of bread
and that's what you eat when you are dead.

*

One in fire, two in blood
Three in storm and four in flood
Five in anger, six in hate
Seven fear and evil eight
Nine in sorrow, ten in pain
Eleven death, twelve life again
Thirteen steps to the Dark Man's door
Won't be turning back no more

*

Listen well, baby bats. Burn bright, but do not stray from the paths. Remember, when you live in a place of darkness you also live with creatures of the dark.
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Post Fri Nov 11, 2016 5:39 am

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Vekkerklokkas vers

Trofast og stødig,
Med sikker taktikk
Vekker hun trøtte
Med søvn i sitt blikk.

Taktfast er lyden,
Med repetisjon
Ringer og ringer,
En tonekanon

Ei klokke som ringer
Får utakk i lønn…
Sukk og et grynt
Ja til tider et stønn.

Ann-Heidrun
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