What you say is very true.
Quality counts, not quantity.
But poets who combine the two
are what we all should want to be.

And so I'm glad to see that you've
produced eight lines with rhymes galore.
May I suggest it would behoove
you post another eight rhymes more?

Curtis, I must agree with you.
Much of what you said is true.
The language, though, is not construed,
An example of Aussie Strine.
(Australian slang)

Roger - I surrender!
I fear that you have won.
Outclassed I am, though I must admit
I haven't had such fun
In ages.

I just can't write that fast http://www.ablemuse.com/erato/ubbhtml/smile.gif

It never occurred to me someone would think I was making up words in my reply to Nigel. He commented on my Aussie user-name by spoofing 'Waltzing Matilda', hence my reply. Here's the translation:

Stealing from Banjo (author of Waltzing Matilda)
What a terrific idea!
Now don't get all upset
But someone has to say it
Since he can't talk
He's dead....

Are you operating with half a deck?
Or are you drunk
Having drank a case of FourX (Aussie beer overshadowed by Fosters)
Perhaps you just have the desire (pash: passionate)
To bash an Australian (Oz)
Who's new to the forum

Not a con-man
Or a highwayman
Or a sundowner (who shows up at night after the days work is done to beg a meal and a place to sleep)
Just a poor wandering worker
honest and loyal
Who does good work for his pay.

So order me a beer
I'll drink it right here
Then give a loud 'Good-bye' and shove off.
But having sex
with a sheep (jumbuck didn't work)isn't my thing
(I figure you get the rest)...

Good-night all http://www.ablemuse.com/erato/ubbhtml/smile.gif

Sorry, friend:
I didn't intend

to offend

nor even imply
your words were a lie!

Oh, my!

I merely meant
to merrily vent

assent

for making rhymes
that might be crimes

against the Establishment.

BANNED POST

I'm just dense.
Rest assured
No offense
Was taken.

In little bits,
As time goes by,
My minor wit's
Forsaken.

You picture me as stiff and staid,
the quintessential mother?
A mother isn't born, but made.

At 35 you should have weighed
the facts of life. And fu'ther-
more, I wasn't stiff and staid

But something of a renegade
before your oldest brother.
A mother isn't born. I made

An orchard full of lemonade
although in fact I d'ruther
bananas. Who, me, stiff and staid?

This role is just a masquerade,
a job like any other.
A mother isn't born, but made

By children. Maiden plans are laid
aside to paint another
Whistler's Mother, stiff and staid.
A mother isn't born, but made.

This seemed appropriate for this day.

You Spread the Love Around (Poem for VD)

When we first met you swore to me,
"Love shares: there's no refusing."
We'll celebrate fidelity
--now the chancre's finished oozing.

Valentine's Day Card
====================

In hopes of a Valentine's shag
I'm sending this card without lag
To Cindy McTavish
Whose body I'd ravish
If her head wore a double-thick bag.

What fatherhood has made me do
in just a week (so what of ten?)
has quite surpassed my searching pen
What more to say than - Gardyloo!


------------------

Svein Olav

.. another life

Hey Carol!

How about a thread where we can honor / roast some of our favorite poets by imitating their style?


For Henry Gibson

{waddle}

The Turtle

{bow}

by Henry Gibson

{bow}

The turtle is a playful thing
who doesn't dance and doesn't sing
and doesn't write FV too well
but plays his games inside his shell.

One wonders what he does in there
au natural - sans underwear.
If you play with him he snaps and hisses -
maybe he just needs a Mrs.

{boyish grin}

{bow}

{exeunt}



[This message has been edited by Robert Swagman (edited March 01, 2002).]