|
Notices |
It's been a while, Unregistered -- Welcome back to Eratosphere! |
|
|
12-14-2015, 03:07 PM
|
Member
|
|
Join Date: Aug 2015
Location: Austin, TX
Posts: 449
|
|
I want a room on top
I want a penthouse suite like Donald Trump’s,
A pad where my fat and pampered lapdog romps
On marble floors and pees in golden bowls,
And playful gods sport in the shower stalls.
When I’m out, my house transforms to Mozart,
My housemaid sings, and feathers dance with art
On manicured bonsais in china pots,
While the butler grovels for uptown-bots.
Now ride my Porsche and hum with me
Along the coast of Saint-Tropez,
My villa waits beside the sea
And movie stars line up to play.
Oh yes, I love the one percent,
Spoons of silver and racing yachts.
An upturned nose that’s never meant
To fuss or slum with twits and twats.
Yes, I want to live way up high
Above the crowds and honking cabs
Who work for me all day while I
Fly round and never pay my tabs.
Last edited by susan breeding; 12-14-2015 at 06:26 PM.
|
12-14-2015, 04:26 PM
|
|
Administrator
|
|
Join Date: Jan 2010
Location: Middle England
Posts: 6,955
|
|
Susan,
You have 4 lines too many, my dear!
Jayne
|
12-14-2015, 06:04 PM
|
Member
|
|
Join Date: Aug 2015
Location: Austin, TX
Posts: 449
|
|
I know, Jayne. But it's just a fun, joke poem. :-)
Still, I changed it some since you made me start thinking again.... ouch! Lol
Sue
Last edited by susan breeding; 12-14-2015 at 06:29 PM.
|
12-14-2015, 06:07 PM
|
Member
|
|
Join Date: Aug 2015
Location: Austin, TX
Posts: 449
|
|
Quote:
Originally Posted by Jerome Betts
(On learning that hops belong to the Hemp family, Cannabaceae)
A student with small room on top
Stuffed his pipe with a species of hop.
He said that he planned
For his mind to expand,
Which it did, until suddenly . . .
|
pop!
|
12-15-2015, 06:34 AM
|
Member
|
|
Join Date: Feb 2009
Location: Devon England
Posts: 1,708
|
|
Thank you, Susan. Guessable, but is it Tessable?
|
12-15-2015, 10:26 AM
|
Member
|
|
Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: San Diego, CA, USA
Posts: 8,356
|
|
It coulda been "cop!"
|
12-15-2015, 12:07 PM
|
Member
|
|
Join Date: Jun 2001
Location: New York
Posts: 16,501
|
|
They told Daniel Webster to stop.
As a lawyer, the odds were he'd flop.
"The best jobs," they cried,
Have been filled." He replied,
"There will always be room at the top."
|
12-15-2015, 02:41 PM
|
Member
|
|
Join Date: Apr 2015
Location: Portland, OR
Posts: 2,150
|
|
The Importance of the Garret Among the Habitations of Literature [a Hoary Scholar's Argument]
The ancients knew which floor's conducive
To rays of insight, not the shop
Nor cellar (noise or cold's abusive),
That floor is but the one on top.
The intellectual advantage
Of elevated habitation
Is in Pythagoras’s adage: "ἀετοῦ γῆρας, κορυδοῦ νεότης" (when the wind blows, worship its echo.)
Why else were muses stationed on
Olympus, or Parnassus. Why
Else did the goddesses, when ultra
Nice beauty was contested, try
The cause upon the top of Ida?
Why was Jove nursed upon a summit?
The ancients meant such lore as proof
To all posterity: a garret
Serves genius most, so take the roof.
Last edited by Erik Olson; 12-15-2015 at 10:24 PM.
|
12-15-2015, 07:07 PM
|
|
Member
|
|
Join Date: Sep 2012
Location: Belfast, Maine
Posts: 1,307
|
|
The Lamentation of Louis XVI
When grandpa died, I made the hop
From Dauphin, to the very top;
No life, for me, of servile hooey;
I was the sixteenth king named Louie.
Beside my lovely Antoinette,
We reigned with regal pomp, you bet;
We thought the party'd never stop
As long as we were on the top.
But then there came that dreadful day
The lower classes had their way;
The press and rabble-rousers got 'em,
And we descended to the bottom.
When revolution came in style,
We both were caged in durance vile;
Until a blade so swiftly dropped,
And in a tub, our noggins plopped.
Last edited by Douglas G. Brown; 12-18-2015 at 07:23 AM.
|
12-15-2015, 09:43 PM
|
Member
|
|
Join Date: Apr 2015
Location: Portland, OR
Posts: 2,150
|
|
Room on Top for my Abscent Brother's Favorite Plant
Note: I scraped this poem, or more accurately, have replaced it with that of Post 23.
Strike through a words[The year is '70, the area
a town outside of Philadelphia
My hippy brother hatched a plan before
Departing: lest his special plant turn rot
He asked great grandma on the attic floor
To water it, nor mentioned it was pot.
See gran knew less (no, nil) of hippy culture.
She far surpassed most though in horticulture
Therefore, she reared the pot plant on the top-
Most floor. What verdurous fine window fixture
It made! None noticed, till there rang a cop:
“Whose plant's aloft there?” asked the deputy.
“Oh, mine. Come see how my technique grew it
Higher with daily care", responded she.
"Mam, thanks. . . but that sound means we have to split."
Last edited by Erik Olson; 12-17-2015 at 12:07 AM.
|
|
|
Posting Rules
|
You may not post new threads
You may not post replies
You may not post attachments
You may not edit your posts
HTML code is Off
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Member Login
Forum Statistics:
Forum Members: 8,404
Total Threads: 21,901
Total Posts: 271,505
There are 3027 users
currently browsing forums.
Forum Sponsor:
|
|
|
|
|
|