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I can’t deny that I am strange; I know that this may never change.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I have a poetic license
Marshmallow
Actually its a poetic certificate
So what are you doing with it?
I never gave you one
So hand it back from whoever you took it from
NOW!
Yes, I do all certificates in the CR, it says in every SUC certificate. Go look
Who said a haiku
Has to make sense? It doesn’t.
Washington DC.
cinderella- lol. Welcome back.
Latelatelate
you wish i ate
runrunrun
no time for fun
Flattened:
The story that is told
By a severely flattened toad,
Is of evidential failure
In attempts to cross the road.
The bee:
A bee flew by
And hit my eye,
Yesterday, at twelve.
I wish it had been quicker,
As I can’t think of anything to rhyme with twelve.
Those aint mine btw. They’re just thingies I like.
they said it was time to go to sleep
and so i did
to the-art-of-moi:
It was noon, you buffoon!
mobico-
You’ve got the mind of a poet
and you really show it
can i borrow it for a few days?
Aaaand…. I’m stuck again 🙁
Talent, talent, where are you?
I’m sittin here waitin for well… you.
heehee this is NOT working out.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your snood
And make sure you fill it with plenty of food.
There was a girl named Grace
Who had a very weird face,
So after much urgin’
She went to the surgeon
Who flattened it out with a mace.
notasheep-
lol! you’ve got talent, girl!
roses are red
violets are blue
monkeys like you
belong in a zoo
but don’t be afraid
i’ll be there too
not in the cage
but laughing at you
I’m only joking
im just bored
i just wanted to
say hello to you
so enjoy this poem
that i made up for you
hope ut makes you smile
and helps you enjoy your day too
Thanks TAOM!
Hickory dickory dock,
The mouse has eaten my clock
The clock struck five,
The mouse didn’t survive,
Hickory dickory dock.
This is one I wrote a few years ago:
I had an adventure that was inside my head
When I woke up one morning to find myself dead.
And came upon a small table that was really a chair.
Upon it was ice cream which was served piping hot
And a bowl of string beans which were tied in a knot.
And gave a lame horse a piggy-back ride.
They really were fine, and they fitted him fair.
Next door was a shop that sold cream cakes and sand
Which were widely said to be best in the land.
And after we munched on some light of the day.
I was feeling quite bored, so we went to the fair
Which was almost invisible, and made out of hair.
At the end of the day, when the stars had all gone,
I was the last person left, the only one.
And I realised, to my great surprise and delight
It was actually still the middle of the night.
I looked out my window (not sure how I got back)
Sorry, it did say short poems. Enjoy anyway!
No problem. I did enjoy it.
OMIGOODNESS! Notasheep, you’re beyond talented. You’re… amazingly awesomely WOW!!!!!!! I love your imagination. I’m obseeeeeeessed. Wow. Omigosh. You are the coolest ever.
So many bored people
Sadly to say
In the YW coffee room
Spend much of their day
Wasting their time
As the clock ticks on
While accomplishing tasks
Remain undone
To all you bored folks
This poem I write
In the hope that to be chosen
Chairman of the “Bored” I might.
Yup, laytzonay, cr addiction is very real. We should start a CRA! Coffee Room Anonymous!
TAOM +1000000
Sometimes I wish that everything Ive lost could be right here
Sometimes I just want to sit and cry for all I held dear
Id like to tur back the hands of time
Where things were once so fun and fine
even though I know its best for me
They cant stop me from mourning what could be
– NOW, right here
Sometimes I look at the sun outside
And wish from this nightmare I could hide
but I know even if I did, Id still be depressed
and when Id come back to reality my life would be a bigger mess
Sometimes I wish that everything Ive lost could be right here
and right now Im sitting and crying for everything I once held dear
One day I woke up so bright and early
Wanting to turn my straight hair to curly
But then my iron almost went up in flame
It had sparks exploding, and I was to blame
So I quickly went onto the web (chas veshalom,
whenever I go on, I’m sure to do kaparos)
And the internet’s distracting, know all folk
So after looking for why it broke
I decided hey, wouldn’t it be fun
To interact with everyone
To make an account on the Coffeeroom?
I didn’t realize that would be my doom
So instead of doing homework now
I’m sitting and writing, and this is how
My straight A’s are becoming C’s
Coffee is giving me shaky knees
Cuz I have no time to sleep anymore
(except in class. there i can snore)
Ok that’s it. I feel that’s enough.
Time to get back to real life stuff.
Here are two of my favorite limericks from my youth (not written by me):
There once was a man named McHall
Who fell in a spring in the fall
‘Twoud have been a sad thing
Had he died in the spring
But he didn’t – he died in the fall
The bottle of perfume that Willie sent
Was highly displeasing to Millicent
Her thanks were so cold
They quarreled, I’m told
O’er that silly scent Willie sent Millicent
hey! I’m a poet and i didn’t even know it!!
Mary had a little lamb
She ate it with mint sauce
And then the lambs came fighting back
To get revenge, of course
TAOM thanks!
When you wish upon a star
It’s best to stand a little far
Since stars are hot, or so I’ve learned
And your feet might get burned.
There are all really good!
In school I lost my siddur, my pen squirted my face full of ink
I thought “Not ANOTHER BAD DAY” as I ran to a sink
the ink wouldn’t come off, everyone was makung jokes about me
me teachers were laughing when they thought I didnt see
My socks were full of runs, my boots broke while walking home
I walked mostly barefoot and stumbled into my home alone.
I walked through the door, and tripped over someone’s bike
ripped the new sweater, the one I really liked
I had to watch my siblings, We couldnt find the pacifier
the baby was wailing so hard that the neighbors thought there was a fire
When I finally wentvto be, I was tired after this crazy day
I hope tomorow will be better and I can get that ink off from my face!
notasheep-
Where do you come up with these? They’re amazing! You could totally sell them for lotsa money.
Shopping-
SHOPPING! MY TALENTED SHOPPING!
Just a bit of OURtorah in there 😉
Seriously, you’re good! I hope that last one is just a figment of your imagination! Sounds sad 🙁
Someone gave me 10 words and told me to make a poem with them, that was the result. Its fun and challenging and wastes class!
Try it! Ask a friend to write down 10 words.
TAOM – thanks! Never had any poems printed before but I did recently have my first article published in Binah. Will keep them coming!
Wow let me go look up who starting writing for bina recently…
Ha! Won’t tell you which issue or which section it was in…
Someone once told me
That carrots were blue,
I had to tell them
That’s simply not true.
The fact’s widely known
And plainly is seen,
Carrots aren’t blue,
They’re purple and green.
I opened this thread
I don’t know why I did
Haiku is always weird
I think haiku works better in Japanese – original language of haiku after all.
notasheep- I left out a word by mistake. It should have said:
I opened this thread
I don’t know why I did it
Haiku is always weird
Gamanit, I didn’t even count the number of syllables. I just don’t see the point of haiku, so I am sure that it works much better in Japanese.
A very long time ago
In a place called Fishdiddlededee
There lived a toothless old woman
Who owned black mittens three.
They kept her feet nice and cosy,
But she always knitted a spare,
Since occasionally one would vanish
And disappear into thin air.
One day she’d had enough
And set off on an arduous quest
To find all her long-lost mitts
In the caterpillar’s nest.
The caterpillar was cunning
But the crone was well prepared
She vanquished her deadly foe
And her beloved mittens were spared.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I have a poetic license
Washing machine
You used that trick before, just changed the last line
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I have a poetic license
So there.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Other flowers are different colours
And other things are blue
Where do all the lost socks go?
Whither all the pies?
Blown away and carried off
On whisper-wings of dragonflies.
They sit and wait in Over There
Beyond the Far-Away
Expecting owners there to find
And bring them home again someday.
And so they wait and sit
And wait and sit and wait some more.
JMH you took your time getting here! Love the socks
notasheep – It was inspired by our household-local sock shidduch crisis…
I thought that one got sorted out? Or was there another one?
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