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FramusSeptember

Thirty days hath September,
April, June and no wonder,
All the rest have thirty-one,
Except for Grandma,
She drives a Buick. 3 years ago


FramusDirt

Dirt does not squirt,
It is only dirt. 3 years ago


selmerlinA Queue

L O L O A Q I C

I 8 2 Q B 4 I P

(clue – say it out loud…) 7 years ago


selmerlinEnglish Monarchs

Not nonsense but amusing – need to set myself the goal of memorising this – just for the hell of it….

Willie Willie Harry Stee
Harry Dick John Harry three;
One two three Neds, Richard two
Harrys four five six….then who?
Edwards four five, Dick the bad,
Harrys (twain), Ned six (the lad);
Mary, Bessie, James you ken,
Then Charlie, Charlie, James again…
Will and Mary, Anna Gloria,
Georges four, Will four Victoria;
Edward seven next, and then
Came George the fifth in nineteen ten;
Ned the eighth soon abdicated
Then George six was coronated;
After which Elizabeth
And that’s all folks until her death. 7 years ago


selmerlinToday I saw a little worm

Today I saw a little worm
Wriggling on his belly.
Perhaps he’d like to come inside
And see whats on the telly

Spike Milligan 7 years ago


selmerlinAlligator

From Sydney Zoo
An Alligator
Was put on board
A flying freighter.

He ate the pilot
And the navigator
Then asked for more,
With mashed potater.

Spike Milligan 7 years ago


selmerlinWine, women and Wedding

The glances over cocktails
That seemed to be so sweet
Don’t seem quite so amorous
Over the Shredded Wheat

Anon 7 years ago


selmerlinSpring

Der spring is sprung,
Der grass is riz.
I vonder vere dem boidies is?
Der little boids is on der ving.
Ain’t dat absoid?
Der little ving is on der boid!

Anon 7 years ago


selmerlinLay not up

The bees
Sneeze and wheeze
Scraping pollen and honey
From the lime trees:

The ants
Hurries and pants
Storing up everything
They wants:

But the flies
Is wise
When the cold weather comes
They dies.

LWG7 years ago


selmerlinWhat a wonderful bird

What a wonderful bird is the Pelican,
Whose beak can hold more than it’s belly can.
It can hold in its beak, enough food for a week-
But I’m darned if I see how the Hell-i-can!

Anon

(my gran used to tell me this one) 7 years ago


selmerlinTranslation

OK so bugged myself now and had to download a latin translator to see if the poem had any meaning – it came up with:

The courtesy, if therefore,
Chance you are the master,
Gnoses the sea, to Theb wild.
The prophets the in?
Causan the leader!

Expect it does but needs some jiggling. Will keep searching – and of course should anyone be fluent in Latin please do enlighten me! 7 years ago


selmerlinSee, Willie! See 'er go!

(A toughie – clue again has to be said out loud! Can translate if required!)

Civile, si ergo,
Fortibus es in ero,
Gnoses mare, Thebe trux.
Vatis inem?
Causan dux!

Anon 7 years ago


selmerlinManners

I eat my peas with honey
I’ve done it all my life.
It makes the peas taste funny
But it keeps them on the knife!

Anon 7 years ago


selmerlinYour baby has gone down the plughole (A mothers lament)

( I used to sing this to my son when he was about 7mths plus and he loved it!)

A mother was bathin’ her baby one night
The youngest of ten, a poor little mite
The mother was fat and the baby was fin
T’was nawt but a skellington wrapped up in skin

The mother turned round for the soap from the rack
She weren’t gone a minute, but when she got back
Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried
“Oh, where is my baby?”, and the angels replied

Your baby has gorn dahn the plug’ole
Your baby has gorn dahn the plug
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin
He shoulda been bathed in a jug

Your baby is perfik’ly happy
He won’t need no bathin’ no more
He’s workin’ his way through the sewers
Not lost, just gone on before

Your baby has gorn dahn the drainpipe
And the chlorine is bad for his eyes
He’s havin’ a swim, and it’s healthy for him
He needed the exercise

Don’t worry ‘baht ‘im, just be ‘appy
For I know he is suff’rin’ no pain
Your baby has gorn dahn the plug’ole
Let’s hope he don’t stop up the drain

ALTERNATE VERSE:

Your baby is perfik’ly ‘appy
He won’t need a bath any more
He’s muckin’ abaht with the angels above
Not lost but gone before

(Writer Unknown – London Music Hall Song))

Martin Carthy – 1964
Cream (vocal: Ginger Baker)- 1967 7 years ago


selmerlinThe Modern Hiawatha (a parody)

When he killed the 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.
That’s why he put the fur side inside,
Why he put the skin side outside,
Why he turned them inside outside.

-- George A. Strong 7 years ago

selmerlinAbey! See D Goldfish?

(this has to be read out loud to get it)

A.B.C.D. Gol’fish?
M.N.O. Gol’fish
S.D.R Gol’fish
R.D.R Gol’fish!

Yiddish 7 years ago


selmerlinCastaway

(My sister and I once performed this at a girl guides camp – we did not get our badge – I wonder why…?)

He grabbed me round my slender neck,
I could not shout or scream,
He carried me into his room
Where we could not be seen;
He tore away my flimsy wrap
And gazed upon my form-
I was so cold and still and damp,
While he was wet and warm.
His feverish mouth he pressed to mine-
I let him have his way-
He drained me of my very self,
I could not say him nay.
He made me what I am. Alas!
That’s why you find me here…
A broken vessel – broken glass -
That once held Bottled Beer.

Anon 7 years ago


selmerlinJuggling with Gerbils

Don’t juggle with a gerbil
NO matter what the thrill
For gerbils when they’re juggled
Can end up feeling ill.
It makes them all bad tempered
And then they’d like to kill
Those gerbil juggling jugglers
Juggling gerbils till they’re ill.

Brian Patten 7 years ago


selmerlin Matilda, (Who told Lies, and was Burned to Death).

( I love the first 2 lines of this peom as I have a great mental image of people gasping with wide eyes!)

Matilda told such dreadful lies,
It made one gasp and stretch one’s eyes;
Her aunt, who, from her earliest youth,
Had kept a strict regard for truth,
Attempted to believe Matilda:
The effort very nearly killed her,
And would have done so, had not she
Discovered this infirmity.
For once, towards the close of day,
Matilda, growing tired of play
And finding she was left alone,
Went tiptoe to the telephone
And summoned the immediate aid
Of London’s nobel Fire-Brigade.
Within an hour the gallant band
Were pouring in on every hand,
From Putney, Hackney Downs and Bow,
With courage high and hearts a-glow
They galloped, roaring though the town,
“Matilda’s house is burning down”
Inspired by British cheers and loud
Proceeding from the frenzied crowd,
They ran their ladders through a score
Of windows on the ball-room floor;
And took peculiar pains to souse
The pictures up and down the house,
Until Matilda’s aunt succeeded
In showing them they were not needed
And even then she had to pay
To get the men to go away!
. . . . .
It happened that a few weeks later
Here aunt was off to the Theatre
To see that interesting play
The Second Mrs Tanqueray.
She had refused to take her niece
To hear this entertaining piece:
A deprivation just and wise
To punish her for telling lies.
That night a fire did break out-
You should have heard Matilda shout!
You should have heard her scream and bawl,
And throw the window up and call
To people passing in the street-
(The rapidly increasing heat
Encouraging her to obtain
Their confidence)-but all in vain!
For every time she shouted “Fire!”
They only answered “Little Liar!”
And therefore when her aunt returned,
Matilda, and the house, were burned.

By Hilaire Belloc 8 years ago


selmerlinThe Pobble who has no toes

The pobble who has no toes, Had once as manay as we;
When they said, ‘Some day you may lose them all;’
He replied, ‘Fish, fiddle-de-dee!’
And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink
Lavender water tinged with pink
For she said, ‘The worlds in general knows
There’s nothing so good for a Pobble’s toes!’

The Pobble who has no toes
Swam accross the Bristol Channel;
But before he set out he wrapped his nose
In a piece of scarlet flannel.
For his Aunt JObiska said, No harm
Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;
And its perfectly known that a Pobble’s toes
Are safe – provided he minds his nose!’

The Pobble swam fast and well
And when boats or ships came near him,
He tinkledy-binkledy-winkled a bell,
So that all the world could hear him.
And all the sailors and Admirals cried-
When they saw him nearing the further side-
‘He has gone to fish for hius Aunt Jobiska’s
Runcible cat with the crimson whiskers!’

But before he touched the shore,
The shore of the Bristol Channel,
A sea-green Porpoise carried away
His wrapper of scarlet flannel.
And when he came to observe his feet,
Formerly garnished with toes so neat,
His face at once became forlorn,
On perceiving that all his toes were gone!

And nobody ever knew,
From that dark day to the present,
Whoso had taken the Pobble’s toes,
In a manner so far from pleasant.
Whether the shrimps or crafish grey
Or crafty mermaids stole them away-
Nobody knew; and nobody knows
How the Pobble was robbed of hi twice five toes!

The pobble who has no toes
Was placed in a friendly bark,
And they rowed him back, and carried him up
To his Aunt JObiska’s park.
And she made him a feast at his earnest wish
Of eggs and buttercups fried with fish-
And she said- ‘I’s a fact the whole world knows
That Pobbles are happier without their toes!’

Edward Lear 8 years ago


selmerlinUnfair

A giraffe’s a giraffe,
An apes and ape.
But a pig is a sausage
In a different shape

Brian Patten 8 years ago


selmerlinOh Freddled Gruntbuggly

Oh freddled gruntbuggly
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don’t!

by Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz (aka Douglas Adams)

I used to know this and was taught it by a lovely man whilst I was very very drunk. Seemed to make perfect sense to me… 8 years ago


selmerlinHoney

I wish I was a little bug,
with hairs around my tummy,
I’d climb into a honey pot,
and make my tummy gummy

anon 8 years ago


selmerlinCough

Twasn’t the cough that carried him off-
Was the coffin they carried him off in!

Anon 8 years ago


selmerlinTomatoes

An accident happened to my brother Jim,
Somebody threw a tomato at him.
Now tomatoes are soft and don’t hurt the skin,
But this one was specially packed in a tin!

Anon 8 years ago


selmerlinSitting

As I was sitting in my chair,
I knew the bottom was not there,
Nor legs, nor back, but I just sat,
Ignoring little things like that.

Anon 8 years ago


selmerlinThree frazzles in a Frimple

1 snunk in a snuncle
2 gripes in a grimp
3 frazzles in a frimple
4 blips in a blimp
5 nips in a nimple
6 nerps in a neep
7 gloops in a gloople
8 flurps in a fleap
9 snozzles in a snoozle
10 leaps in a bunny
some sums are ridiculous
and some sums are funny.

Brian Patten 8 years ago


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