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Award-winning author, John Howard Reid, has set his sights on humor in this hilariously entertaining anthology of original poetry. Not a single one of the
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- Old Roses, Creativity and Life in Candelo
- January 28, 2008
- Nonsense Verse
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At last, to their astonishment, on getting up one day, They saw a frigate anchored in the offing of the bay. To Peter an idea occurred. So good an opportunity may not be found again. But all their plans were scattered in a moment when they found The vessel was a convict ship from Portland outward bound; When a boat came off to fetch them, though they felt it very kind, To go on board they firmly but respectfully declined.
As both the happy settlers roared with laughter at the joke, They recognized a gentlemanly fellow pulling stroke: Condemned to seven years for misappropriating stock!!! They laughed no more, for Somers thought he had been rather rash In knowing one whose friend had misappropriated cash; And Peter thought a foolish tack he must have gone upon In making the acquaintance of a friend of Robinson.
The word grew rare, and rarer still the nodding of the head. And when they meet each other now, they cut each other dead. To allocate the island they agreed by word of mouth, And Peter takes the north again, and Somers takes the south; And Peter has the oysters, which he hates, in layers thick, And Somers has the turtle—turtle always makes him sick. What a beautiful Pussy you are! Oh, let us be married; too long we have tarried: But what shall we do for a ring? What ship could live in such a sea?
What vessel bear the shock? It looked extremely rocky for the Mudville nine that day, The score stood four to six with but an inning left to play. And so, when Cooney died at first, and Burrows did the same, A pallor wreathed the features of the patrons of the game. A straggling few got up to go, leaving there the rest, With that hope which springs eternal within the human breast. Then from the gladdened multitude went up a joyous yell, It bounded from the mountain top and rattled in the dell, It struck upon the hillside, and rebounded on the flat, For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.
I strolled beside the shining sea, I was as lonely as could be; No one to cheer me in my walk But stones and sand, which cannot talk— Sand and stones and bits of shell, Which never have a thing to tell. But as I sauntered by the tide I saw a something at my side, A something green, and blue, and pink, And brown, and purple, too, I think. I would not say how large it was; I would not venture that, because It took me rather by surprise, And I have not the best of eyes. Well, I knew it was not a paper-doll, A pencil or a parasol, A tennis-racket or a cheese, And, as it was not one of these, And I am not a perfect dunce— It had to be a Cumberbunce!
With pleading voice and tearful eye It seemed as though about to cry. It looked so pitiful and sad It made me feel extremely bad. My heart was softened to the thing That asked me if it, please, could sing. Its little hand I longed to shake, But, oh, it had no hand to take! Sing on, sing loudly, little man!
The Cumberbunce, without ado, Gazed sadly on the ocean blue, And, lifting up its little head, In tones of awful longing, said:. You, sir, misunderstood me, quite. I did not ask you if I might. So, as I cannot sing a song, Your answer, it is plain, was wrong. The fact I could not sing I knew, But wanted your opinion, too. A maiden once, of certain age, To catch a husband did engage; But, having passed the prime of life In striving to become a wife Without success, she thought it time To mend the follies of her prime. Departing from the usual course Of paint and such like for resource, With all her might this ancient maid Beneath an oak-tree knelt and prayed; Unconscious that a grave old owl Was perched above—the mousing fowl!
Then answer this my humble prayer, And oh, a husband give to me! And dost Thou ask me who? Why, any one, good Lord, will do. When the broth is made, Nothing can excell it: Then three times a day Let the patient smell it. If he chance to live, Give the soup the credit. Sally Salter, she was a young lady who taught, And her friend Charley Church was a preacher who praught! Though his enemies called him a screecher who scraught. His heart when he saw her kept sinking and sunk, And his eye, meeting hers, began winking and wunk; While she in her turn fell to thinking, and thunk.
He hastened to woo her, and sweetly he wooed, For his love grew until to a mountain it grewed, And what he was longing to do then he doed. In secret he wanted to speak, and he spoke, To seek with his lips what his heart long had soke; So he managed to let the truth leak, and it loke. He asked her to ride to the church, and they rode, They so sweetly did glide, that they both thought they glode, And they came to the place to be tied, and were tode.
The kiss he was dying to steal, then he stole: So they to each other kept clinging, and clung; While time his swift circuit was winging, and wung; And this was the thing he was bringing, and brung:. The man Sally wanted to catch, and had caught— That she wanted from others to snatch, and had snaught— Was the one that she now liked to scratch and she scraught. He killed the noble Mudjokivis. Of the skin he made him mittens, Made them with the fur side inside Made them with the skin side outside. He, to get the warm side inside, Put the inside skin side outside; He, to get the cold side outside, Put the warm side fur side inside.
Why he turned them inside outside. All I want is a proper cup of coffee Made in a proper copper coffee pot. You can believe it or not, But I just want a cup of coffee In a proper coffee pot. Tin coffee pots Or iron coffee pots Are of no use to me. Amidst the mists and coldest frosts, with stoutest wrists and loudest boasts, he thrusts his fist against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts.
If I bake this bitter butter, it would make my batter bitter. But a bit of better butter that would make my batter better. So she bought a bit of butter, better than her bitter butter, and she baked it in her batter, and the batter was not bitter. A bitter biting bittern Bit a better brother bittern, And the bitter better bittern Bit the bitter biter back. And the bitter bittern, bitten, By the better bitten bittern, Said: Bobby Bippy bought a bat. Bobby Bippy bought a ball. The bottle of perfume that Willy sent was highly displeasing to Millicent.
Old Roses, Creativity and Life in Candelo
What a to do to die today At a quarter or two to two. A terrible difficult thing to say But a harder thing still to do. The dragon will come at the beat of the drum With a rat-a-tat-tat a-tat-tat a-tat-to At a quarter or two to two today, At a quarter or two to two. Can you imagine an imaginary menagerie manager imagining managing an imaginary menagerie?
Denise sees the fleece, Denise sees the fleas. At least Denise could sneeze and feed and freeze the fleas. Did Dick Pickens prick his pinkie picking cheap cling peaches in an inch of Pinch or framing his famed French finch photos? Johnson, after great consideration, came to the conclusion that the Indian nation beyond the Indian Ocean is back in education because the chief occupation is cultivation. Federal Express is now called FedEx.
January 28, 2008
A flea and a fly flew up in a flue. Fresh fried fish, Fish fresh fried, Fried fish fresh, Fish fried fresh. Give me the gift of a grip-top sock, A clip drape shipshape tip top sock. Not your spinslick slapstick slipshod stock, But a plastic, elastic grip-top sock. None of your fantastic slack swap slop From a slap dash flash cash haberdash shop.
Not a knick knack knitlock knockneed knickerbocker sock With a mock-shot blob-mottled trick-ticker top clock. Nothing slipshod drip drop flip flop or glip glop Tip me to a tip top grip top sock. How many berries could a bare berry carry, if a bare berry could carry berries?
How many cans can a cannibal nibble if a cannibal can nibble cans? As many cans as a cannibal can nibble if a cannibal can nibble cans. How many cookies could a good cook cook If a good cook could cook cookies? A good cook could cook as much cookies as a good cook who could cook cookies. How many sheets could a sheet slitter slit if a sheet slitter could slit sheets?
How much caramel can a canny canonball cram in a camel if a canny canonball can cram caramel in a camel? How much dew does a dewdrop drop If dewdrops do drop dew? They do drop, they do As do dewdrops drop If dewdrops do drop dew. How much ground would a groundhog hog, if a groundhog could hog ground? A groundhog would hog all the ground he could hog, if a groundhog could hog ground.
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How much myrtle would a wood turtle hurdle if a wood turtle could hurdle myrtle? A wood turtle would hurdle as much myrtle as a wood turtle could hurdle if a wood turtle could hurdle myrtle. How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? Filed under Cautionary tale , Christmas Humor , Christmas Humour , comic verse , Funny Christmas Poems , funny poem , humor , humorous verse , humour , Nonsense verse , whimsy.
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Email Subscription Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Australian Poetry and Nonsense Verse. We have two books of Australian poetry: As in Parts One and Two, remember that many of the poems mentioned can be accessed online through sites like:. Here are some of my favourites:. Thomas E Spencer How McDougal Topped the Score , a wonderful poem about our national game, cricket;.
Nine Miles From Gundagai , about the famous dog on the tuckerbox. My brother-in-law knew it by heart and recited it spontaneously off the top of his head at our wedding reception in , which had been moved indoors onto the verandah of our old homestead at the last minute after unseasonal rain and flooding! It made the day! My Country , known by every schoolchild across the country and generations for its famous line: In fact, most Australians would be able to recite just that particular stanza:. Five Bells ; and his mesmerizing poem, Sleep Do you give yourself to me utterly, Body and no-body, flesh and no-flesh, Not as a fugitive, blindly or bitterly, But as a child might, with no other wish?
Brindabella ; and Lady Feeding the Cats. Pastoral ; Magpie ; Spider on the Snow ; and Canticle. James MacAuley was one of the two young poets the other being Harold Stewart , who were the names behind the Ern Malley hoax, played by AD Hope on Max Harris , the founder of the modernist literary journal, the Angry Penguins. Max was also a poet himself, writing The Tantanoola Tiger , which is also in this treasury;. The Ghost at Anlaby. I studied his novel, The Merry-go-round In the Sea at school and absolutely loved it. Complementing the poems are some beautiful artworks and black-and-white photographs and illustrations throughout the treasury, reason enough to buy the book, and at the back are biographies of the poets featured.
Immortalising so much of bush life in Australia in his lengthy poems, it is worth owning a separate copy of all the prolific outpourings of this amazing poet! Andrew Barton Paterson was an Australian bush poet, journalist and author, who wrote numerous ballads and poems about Australian life, especially rural areas and the outback.
Some of my favourite classics are:. His poems are so humorous and celebrate the ocker from:.
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After the situation turned violent with the burning of a woolshed, killing a large number of sheep in the process, the owner of Dagworth Station and three policemen gave chase to Hoffmeister, who, rather than be captured, shot and killed himself at Combo Waterhole, near Winton. Banjo Paterson stayed at Dagworth Station in January , when he penned the words, the poem being set to music, played on a zither by Christina Macpherson, one of the family members at the station. It was based on her remembered rendition of the Craigielea March , which itself is based on a Scottish Celtic folk tune, Thou Bonny Wood of Craigielea Another specific genre of poetry and a particular love of mine with its humorous play on words and its imagination and creativity and just plain fun!
Often written for children, it is an ideal way to finish off this post and come full circle! Jabberwocky , whose brilliant first verse typifies this genre with its nonsensical words. The Hunting of the Snark: An Agony in Eight Fits , described as the longest and best sustained nonsense poem in the English language. It also cleverly contained an acrostic on the name of his then-favourite child friend, Gertrude Chataway, whose name is also found in the first words of each stanza of the poem: Girt, Rude, Chat, Away.
I have two copies: A fragile small hardback from first photo ; and my childhood copy from second photo.
It is interesting comparing the illustrations at the front. Another difference is the poem at the very front of the book, which is absent in the later copy. Even though this is a modern book, Christopher Matthews only being born in , because his book is a send-up of AA Milne , I am including it here:. There are some very funny poems with titles like: Or Cutting Edge , based on Happiness:. I also loved Insomnia , modelled on In the Dark: