There was a young girl from Nantucket. Who carried things round in a bucket. Till one day they were gone, she started carrying on. Till her mother done told her Pawtucket
from British mathematician Leigh Mercer - A dozen, a gross, and a score Plus three times the square root of four Divided by seven Plus five times eleven Is nine squared and not a bit more
eromlig 28 days ago
Much harder today than yesterday; it’s not bad poetry — just “poetry.” Good luck/schmuck.
The Duke 28 days ago
He’s a poet and doesn’t even know it!
Shikamoo Premium Member 28 days ago
I think that I will never write/ A poem as lovely as a kite. In a tree.
Imagine 28 days ago
Maybe he needs to stand beneath a poet tree.
nancyb creator 28 days ago
Ooh, very good! I wish I had thought of that.
Dobie Premium Member 28 days ago
Roses are read,
Dave’s shirt is redd,
Poems are hard,
Spel Chek!
P51Strega 28 days ago
Upon the banks of the river Shannon,
A poem was writ that’s now canon,
of only five lines
a pattern of rhymes,
that gets dirtier as time goes on and on
backyardcowboy 28 days ago
There was a young girl from Nantucket. Who carried things round in a bucket. Till one day they were gone, she started carrying on. Till her mother done told her Pawtucket
Kroykali 28 days ago
Maybe your artsy-fartsy cap is too tight.
ladykat 28 days ago
Neither can I!
fencie 28 days ago
Haiku. Gesundheit.
Zen-of-Zinfandel 28 days ago
Yonder on over to Wild Goose Road.
The Brooklyn Accent 28 days ago
You can’t drive to Poet’s Corner without a poetic license.
PlatudimusAtom Premium Member 28 days ago
from British mathematician Leigh Mercer - A dozen, a gross, and a score Plus three times the square root of four Divided by seven Plus five times eleven Is nine squared and not a bit more
Brilliant_Birdie 28 days ago
I guess Rhyme doesn’t pay.
Perkycat 28 days ago
Maybe he can’t rhyme, but he sure can whine!
Zoomer&Yeti 28 days ago
One block over from the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.
the lost wizard 28 days ago
The prose is a con today. :)
Teto85 Premium Member 28 days ago
Dave does great editorial / political cartoons
Stephen Gilberg 28 days ago
OK, here’s a poem I wrote on Sunday:
While carrots can bolster the health of your eyes
With a big dose of vitamin A,
They won’t make your vision work better than normal:
You can’t see by night as by day.
So how was the rumor blown out of proportion?
It flourished in World War II,
When ministers claimed British pilots ate carrots
So night raids were easy to do.
Of course, this was mere propaganda; they meant
To divert any German tactician.
We’re not sure it worked, but the public was fooled
Into buying the whole superstition.
C wolfe 28 days ago
Many years ago I wrote a nonsense song in which included this verse:
When I was young,
I carried a gun,
But then I shot off my foot.
Since that’s been done,
I don’t carry a gun,
I carry my foot.
What I do not understand is my friends actually love the song.
mpolo11 Premium Member 28 days ago
Clever indeed
04amof2 Premium Member 28 days ago
Back in 1968 Mad Magazine did a takeoff on if famous poets had written nursery rhymes. One of them was if Joyce Kilmer had written Jack Spratt:
“I think that I have never seen /
A platter that was licked so clean /
As that one licked with fork and knife /
By Jack Spratt and his hungry wife /
Betwixt the two they made a deal /
Which puts an end to beef and veal /
Lean is shunned by Mrs. Spratt /
But only Jack can eat no fat.
Nobody_Important 28 days ago
It is also World Goat Day! I do love my goats. :-)
Howard'sMyHero 28 days ago
There was a young lady named Alice,
Who used dynamite for a phallus.
… never mind ….!
( that wind you felt is from the “GC arbiters of acceptable speech” exhaling )