for EMA
1.
Rock-a-bye Lucy,
a boat on a river,
tangerine trees,
marshmallow pies.
Cellophane flowers,
kaleidoscope eyes,
diamonds with Lucy
marmalade skies.
2.
Hush little egg-man
don't you cry,
you'll be a walrus
before you die.
And if those pigs
can't run from guns,
we'll kick Edgar Poe
for fun.
3.
Diddle-diddle Desmond
market trolly
went to bed
with market Molly
Life goes on
and life goes on,
Obla-Desmond
Obla-Molly
4.
Twinkle, twinkle, understand
how I wanna hold your hand.
Such a feeling I can't hide
feeling happiness inside.
Twinkle, twinkle, be your man.
How I wanna hold your hand.
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Showing posts with label nursery rhymes. Show all posts
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Sunday, 17 August 2014
Friday, 28 September 2012
HAPPY ENDING
for AG
The prince and princess were married,
or not married, or married but only by
common-law, and the frog was involved.
They were married by the turkey who lived
on the hill with a ring on his nose at noon,
or midnight. There were stars, or sunshine,
or rainclouds, a hurricane of weather systems
applauding the marriage. They were blanketed
in snow, or swirled in dandelion seeds,
or eidered in down. The frog turned into
a handsome priest when they kissed his frock,
and the dish sloped off with the laughing dog.
This poem was commissioned for charity. You too can commission here http://www.justgiving.com/Gavin-Hudson1
The prince and princess were married,
or not married, or married but only by
common-law, and the frog was involved.
They were married by the turkey who lived
on the hill with a ring on his nose at noon,
or midnight. There were stars, or sunshine,
or rainclouds, a hurricane of weather systems
applauding the marriage. They were blanketed
in snow, or swirled in dandelion seeds,
or eidered in down. The frog turned into
a handsome priest when they kissed his frock,
and the dish sloped off with the laughing dog.
This poem was commissioned for charity. You too can commission here http://www.justgiving.com/Gavin-Hudson1
Wednesday, 11 April 2012
SMALL TOWN AIRS
1.
What we breathe is smokeless
What we speak is news
What we breathe is chokeless
What we speak is blues
2.
I dreamt of a man with half a life,
half a house and half a wife
I dreamt of a man without a face,
without a mind, without a place
3.
Ring-a-ring-a-roses
A lung as black as night
Atishoo! Atishoo!
A shower of shite
Ashes in the graveyard
Ashes in the crem
Chuck us in the dustbin
Up pops them!
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