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the piper he piped on the hill-top high
till the cow said i die and the goose asked why
and the dog said nothing but searched for fleas | img2poems |
the farmer he strode through the square farmyard
his last brew of ale was a trifle hard
the connection of which with the plot one sees | img2poems |
the farmer's daughter hath frank blue eyes
she hears the rooks caw in the windy skies
as she sits at her lattice and shells her peas | img2poems |
the farmer's daughter hath ripe red lips
if you try to approach her away she skips
over tables and chairs with apparent ease | img2poems |
the farmer's daughter hath soft brown hair
and i met with a ballad i can't say where
which wholly consisted of lines like these | img2poems |
she sat with her hands 'neath her crimson cheeks
she gave up mending her father's breeks
and let the cat roll in her best chemise | img2poems |
she sat with her hands 'neath her burning cheeks
and gazed at the piper for thirteen weeks
then she followed him out o'er the misty leas | img2poems |
her sheep followed her as their tails did them
and this song is considered a perfect gem
and as to the meaning it's what you please | img2poems |
two bright stars
peep'd into the shell
what are they dreaming of | img2poems |
alas
my child where is the pen
that can do justice to the hen | img2poems |
children behold the chimpanzee
he sits on the ancestral tree
from which we sprang in ages gone | img2poems |
i'm glad we sprang: had we held on
we might for aught that i can say
be horrid chimpanzees today | img2poems |
this creature (don't say 'cuss ' my child
'tis slang) this creature fierce is styled
the hippopotamus | img2poems |
the river's plain enough of course
but why they called that thing a horse
that's what is greek to me | img2poems |
this vacillating thing you see
could not decide which he would be
fish flesh or fowl and chose all three | img2poems |
oh
tell me did you ever see a bird so funny stand-o
when forth he from the water comes and gets upon the land-o | img2poems |
no
in my life i ne'er did see a bird so funny stand-o
when forth he from the water comes and gets upon the land-o | img2poems |
and think this length of neck and legs (no doubt they have their
uses
are members of a little frame much smaller than a goose's | img2poems |
keep open ear for subtle signs
thus when the cow profusely moans
that means to say the lion dines | img2poems |
the crunching sound of course is bones
silence resumes her ancient reign
this shows the cow is out of pain | img2poems |
a tartar who dwells on the plains of thibet
has for centuries made it a nursery pet
and surely the tartar should know | img2poems |
then tell your papa where the yak can be got
and if he is awfully rich
he will buy you the creature or else he will not | img2poems |
a python i should not advise
it needs a doctor for its eyes
and has the measles yearly | img2poems |
however if you feel inclined
to get one (to improve your mind
and not from fashion merely | img2poems |
allow no music near its cage
and when it flies into a rage
chastise it most severely | img2poems |
i had an aunt in yucatan
who bought a python from a man
and kept it for a pet | img2poems |
she died because she never knew
these simple little rules and few
the snake is living yet | img2poems |
be kind to the badger
for who shall decide
the depths of his badgerly soul | img2poems |
be kind to the ostrich
for how canst thou hope
to have such a stomach as it | img2poems |
there was a frog swum in the lake
the crab came crawling by
wilt thou coth the frog be my make | img2poems |
tell me then spake the crab therefore
or else i thee defy
give me thy claw i ask no more | img2poems |
and do fish bite
the horrid things
indeed i'll not catch one | img2poems |
and now it's taken wing
i s'pose no man before or since
dreamt such a funny thing | img2poems |
in terror guilty thothmes fled
as rose majestic wroth and slow
the pharaoh's ka of long ago | img2poems |
help
help
he cried or i am lost | img2poems |
does he sit on a stool or sofa or chair
or squat
the ahkond of swat | img2poems |
does he drink his soup and his coffee cold
or hot
the ahkond of swat | img2poems |
does he sleep on a mattress a bed or a mat
or a cot
the ahkond of swat | img2poems |
or do they whenever they can rebel
or plot
at the ahkond of swat | img2poems |
or doesn't he care for public opinion
a jot
the ahkond of swat | img2poems |
does he like to lie on his back in a boat
like the lady who lived in that isle remote
shalott | img2poems |
is his steward a swiss or a swede or a russ
or a scot
the ahkond of swat | img2poems |
or to sleep and snore in a dark green cave
or a grott
the ahkond of swat | img2poems |
when he looks at the sun does he wink his eyes
or not
the ahkond of swat | img2poems |
does he sail about on an inland lake
in a yacht
the ahkond of swat | img2poems |
some one or nobody knows i wot
who or which or why or what
is the ahkond of swat | img2poems |
tears shed
tears shed like water
your great ahkoond is dead | img2poems |
though earthly walls his frame surround
and sceptics mock the lowly mound
and say he's now of no ahkoond | img2poems |
his soul is in the skies
the azure skies that bend above his loved
metropolis of swat | img2poems |
he sees with larger other eyes
athwart all earthly mysteries
he knows what's swat | img2poems |
wherein did the deceased akhoond of swat
kotal's lamented moolla late
as it were emulate | img2poems |
or were wails despairing caught as
the burghers pale of swat
cried in panic moolla ad portas | img2poems |
khabu did there come great fear
on thy khabuldozed ameer
ali shere | img2poems |
werther had a love for charlotte
such as words could never utter
would you know how first he met her | img2poems |
to the tuck-shop three repair
one looks on to see all's fair
two call out for hot mince-pie | img2poems |
thirteen tarts a few bath buns
lobster cakes
all at once they cry no go | img2poems |
nothing to sing but songs
ah well alas
alack | img2poems |
of the skin he made him mittens
made them with the fur side inside
made them with the skin side outside | img2poems |
that's why he put the fur side inside
why he put the skin side outside
why he turned them inside outside | img2poems |
the monkey married the baboon's sister
smacked his lips and then he kissed her
he kissed so hard he raised a blister | img2poems |
white gauze veil and a green glass breast-pin
red kid shoes she was quite interesting
she was quite a belle | img2poems |
black-eyed peas and bread and butter
ducks in the duck-house all in a flutter
pickled oysters too | img2poems |
the drunken sailor sometimes jim crow
tails in the way and some got pinched too
'cause they were too long | img2poems |
an old banjo with a hole in the middle
a tambourine made out of a riddle
and that's the end of my song | img2poems |
there was a little girl
and she had a little curl
right in the middle of her forehead | img2poems |
when she was good
she was very very good
and when she was bad she was horrid | img2poems |
she fell in love but all in vain
oh poor mary
oh poor jane | img2poems |
in the drinking-well
aunt eliza fell
we must buy a filter | img2poems |
at any graft no matter what
your merry goblins soon stravag
booze and the blowens cop the lot | img2poems |
for man the hermit sigh'd till woman smiled
to waft a feather or to drown a fly
with silent finger pointing to the sky | img2poems |
there was an old person of ware
who rode on the back of a bear
when they said does it trot | img2poems |
i'm not very sure
that it doesn't make four
but i fear that is almost too few | img2poems |
for if i should ask it
to get in my basket
'twould make such a terrible row | img2poems |
there once was an old man of lyme
who married three wives at a time
when asked why a third | img2poems |
le latin lui causait de l'effroi
lui donnaient des coliques
ce fut moi | img2poems |
qui n'avait qu'une dent et qu'un oeil
mais cet oeil solitaire
cette dent d'importance et d'orgueil | img2poems |
un marin naufrage
ces mots simples et doux
scintillez scintillez petit astre | img2poems |
and as for my hair
do you think i should care
to comb it at night with my toes | img2poems |
if i give my mind to it
i'm sure i can do it
you never can tell till you try | img2poems |
riddle a
rollicking mastodon the arthur macy
russian and turk | img2poems |
oh my geraldine
burns robert
ken ye aught o' captain grose | img2poems |
wreck of the julie plante the
du maurier george
vers nonsensiques | img2poems |
lamb charles
nonsense verses
lanigan george t | img2poems |
cossimbazar
longfellow h
w | img2poems |
blue moonshine
streamer col
d | img2poems |
the higher pantheism
john jones
nephelidia | img2poems |
poor dear grandpapa
twig john
ballade of the nurserie | img2poems |
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i used to be very fond of fishing and of a sunday morning
i have been out before the sun delving for worms in some old
weed-blanketed dunghill and steering off across the wet grain | img2poems |
one of these few old books was thomson's seasons which gave
a direction to the poetic instincts of clare already manifesting
themselves in scribbled verses in his exercise-books | img2poems |
the publishers' own account furnished only through clare's repeated
demands in or thereabouts has a sobering tale to tell: but so
far no biographer has condescended to examine it | img2poems |
this money if actually paid had been paid in against him also is
charged a curious commission p
cent | img2poems |
clare asked time to reflect
a week later against the wish of allan
cunningham he accepted the scheme | img2poems |
and then the charm vanishes into the vanity that i shall do something
better ere i die and so in spite of myself i rhyme on and write
nothing but little things at last | img2poems |
and peace
where can its happiness abound
no where at all save heaven and the grave | img2poems |
and o dear what shall i do
when nobody whispers to marry me
nobody cometh to woo | img2poems |
what is there in those distant hills
my fancy longs to see
that many a mood of joy instils | img2poems |
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