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years ago i guy i worked with in the arts

said he knew a great poem

i asked him to recite it

so he did. this is it...

mental mental

chicken and lentil

ok its not much of a poem

but after such a build up to this 'art'

i physically collapsed laughing!

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Thank you Mousie, very giggle inducing....

I should look for some of the daft poems, to try and send a giggle back...I will see...

well wishes moonbeam beth x

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I just read that poem to my son (Hope that was ok) because he asked what I was smiling at. He said "What's a lentil?" :/ hah.

I can picture him telling you the poem and you laughing :) Really smiling.

Moonbeam Beth, I think that would be a good idea for a thread...we all make up really short smile inducing poems. x

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Not sure if this is appropriate...but it gave the neighbor's son such joy..found it in the box..thanks mousie xxx

I am a DOG

And you are a FLOWER

I lift my LEG UP
And give you a SHOWER

Moonbean beth is ...Very happy not to be a flower right now.....

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Hey Mousie and threemoons, this has really cheered up, my moon and beam..we happy getting silly with this...

By little moon age 5; always sung as loud as she can get away with....

Santa Claus so chubby and jolly..

stopped at work to suck a lolly...

forgot himself, sat on an elf...

now at work, they call him wally!

tee-hee x

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Hi,

I think mousie posting requires a Mousie poem,

Cupboard Trouble
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There is a cupboard in our kitchen
Not really that special
Once was storage for crisps and our veg
Where,when tiptoeing quietly
Then opening quickly
May view a creature that sets some on edge
It depends on your stomach
If of a squeamish demeanor
Or simply,extremely houseproud
When in horror,arms flayling
Usain Bolt out of slippers
Maybe crying or screaming out loud
Telltale signs,Brown rice pellets
A trail of waste product
Of amount which causes dismay
We have tried asking nicely
Even starved of all rations
Yet this house pest just won't go away
It's a serious dilemma
Now been Months in the making
With no positive inroads at all
The trouble is quite simply
We don't have the heart
To contemplate"Little Mickey's"downfall
Yes!,it's so bad,we have named him
And bless his sweet whiskers
He's so quiet,only comes out at night
The most silent of Hoovers
Maybe just catching glimpses
Of this squeaker as we turn on the light
The Council were not helpful
As they handed out poison
The administration of which we must do
How to feed this small furball
Tasty lethal enticements
We simply don't have a clue
Suffice to say,so we're told
Where there is One,there are many
A small family may have now taken root
Wth nibbles and gnawing
Other cupboards now invaded
Missing chunks from our veg and our fruit
So the poison still sits there
"Little Mickey" still ***** there
Are we dirty or just downright daft?
When seeking advice
About our plight with these rodents
Some have grimaced and others just laughed
Stellar
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Hello Stellar, wow, lovely 'mousie' poem...

This is what happened after I read through it...

There once was a lady called stellar

that had a mouse run around in the cellar

too kind to harm

the mouse and its charm

mouse populated

the place like hella....

This post gave sooo much joy today :D . (finally I have learnt to use the emoticons...)

Well wishes, moonbeam beth

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Hi moonbeam beth,

I shall reply with this limerick

There was a young man from Runcorn

Who went out to purchase some porn

Whilst driving and reading

The police pulled him for speeding

Plus continually blowing his horn

Take care

Stellar

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  • 1 month later...

a cat sat on da mat in a hat

but i want my hat

so a cat fell from da hat an

onta da mat...

lol

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my friends cat is fat...

an always sits on my hat...

i pur and coo...

but he don't move...

so i push him off...

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Little sad(a 5 minute ditty)
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Little sad person,sits all on his own
Life gone before began
Beyond all helps construction
Little sad person,sits all alone
Slit wrists,from which blood runs
Which offered no obstruction
Little sad person,sits all alone
Praying not to be
The him that maybe she
Little sad person,sits all alone
Open to all vice
Knows,what is wrong is nice
Stellar
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That is sum real heavy poem, I jus use dis post for da fun stuff... I thought it woz daft poems...

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hey JJ it is daft poems...

No worries, what is serious to one is daft to another...

wait there JJ, I will think of something..

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JJ and aj the cat

Always fight over the hat

AJ often wins

And JJ gets well mean

And takes away

AJs place on the matt

Must see to believe

That he pulls the hat from JJs sleeve

And took pleasure to

Purposely pee

Sorry JJ, but I had to try to capture this in a silly rhyme…as it really is daft, don't you think...

Funniest thing I have seen, all week… this could make me a ‘cat person’lol, yes, it could…

No worries JJ, stay happy...

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Lol much LMAO yea dat cat man...he got problems for real doh... Yea - fight wiv da cat He always sit on my hat I take up his space on da matt He take dis to far An we can't sharda same room No more... Lol on my hat doh bb to far doh too far...

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was you trying to make the rhyme...reads like you was...

I am going to bed soon JJ, don't stay up all night...

Well wishes from me

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  • 3 months later...

Hello, I thought I might add to this. I'm a published poet with a history of incredibly bleak experimental villanelles, sestinas, sonnets and terza rima. I do have a copy of the stupidest piece of inane doggerel I ever wrote though. I hope I can include it. I might have been drinking at the time.

Zen

The sound of opening one beer

Is as serene to me as one hand clapping

Full of mysteries overlapping

Full of hope and piss and cheer

That one can's empty calling

The sound of one tree falling

When no-one is around

(Not very profound)

Actually, I'll put one more in. I'm actually quite fond of Elizabethan theatre, but I was at a literary event and the person on after me was doing a serious monologue on the topic, but managed to snub me backstage, and I wanted to infuriate her and the audience in a fit of bitter pique so ditched my set and wrote this stupid thing instead.

Shakespeare The Silly Bugger

Shakespeare ate my hamster

It's left me feeling blue

But it puts a whole new angle on

The Taming of The Shrew

Shakespeare could be a morbid bloke

Pre-occupied with death

A fine example of this is

Without a doubt Mac....uh.... 'The Scottish Play'

Shakespeare touched my bottom

It got him quite excited

I know that fairies like their ass

But still I'm not delighted

'Thou lump of foul deformity!'

'Brevity is the soul of wit'

'Away, you mouldy rogue, away!'

(Shakespeare was full of shit)

Forget 'to be or not to be'

He really was a rotter

My only consolation is

It's better than Harry Potter

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my parents would have loved this as much as i do :)

maybe they are laughing?

as i'm not able to identify the sound of ash laughing

thank you Ben

and...

i saw a poster of daniel radcliffe in a new film

of course... someone drew the glasses on :)

i don't think that's ever gonna change :)

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