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Withnail

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The Hand that Signed the Paper

The hand that signed the paper felled a city;
Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath,
Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country;
These five kings did a king to death.

The mighty hand leads to a sloping shoulder,
The finger joints are cramped with chalk;
A goose's quill put an end to murder
That put an end to talk.

The hand that signed the treaty bred a fever,
And famine grew, and locusts came;
Great is the hand that holds dominion over
Man by a scribbled name.

The five kings count the dead but do not soften
The crusted wounds nor pat the brow;
A hand rules pity as a hand rules heaven;
Hands have no tears to flow.

p.1935
DYLAN THOMAS
 

John Marwood

I ♥ cryptic crosswords
The Horses
By Edwin Muir

Barely a twelvemonth after
The seven days war that put the world to sleep,
Late in the evening the strange horses came.
By then we had made our covenant with silence,
But in the first few days it was so still
We listened to our breathing and were afraid.
On the second day
The radios failed; we turned the knobs; no answer.
On the third day a warship passed us, heading north,
Dead bodies piled on the deck. On the sixth day
A plane plunged over us into the sea. Thereafter
Nothing. The radios dumb;
And still they stand in corners of our kitchens,
And stand, perhaps, turned on, in a million rooms
All over the world. But now if they should speak,
If on a sudden they should speak again,
If on the stroke of noon a voice should speak,
We would not listen, we would not let it bring
That old bad world that swallowed its children quick
At one great gulp. We would not have it again.
Sometimes we think of the nations lying asleep,
Curled blindly in impenetrable sorrow,
And then the thought confounds us with its strangeness.
The tractors lie about our fields; at evening
They look like dank sea-monsters couched and waiting.
We leave them where they are and let them rust:
“They’ll molder away and be like other loam.”
We make our oxen drag our rusty ploughs,
Long laid aside. We have gone back
Far past our fathers’ land.

And then, that evening
Late in the summer the strange horses came.

We heard a distant tapping on the road,
A deepening drumming; it stopped, went on again
And at the corner changed to hollow thunder.
We saw the heads
Like a wild wave charging and were afraid.
We had sold our horses in our fathers’ time
To buy new tractors. Now they were strange to us
As fabulous steeds set on an ancient shield.
Or illustrations in a book of knights.

We did not dare go near them. Yet they waited,
Stubborn and shy, as if they had been sent
By an old command to find our whereabouts
And that long-lost archaic companionship.
In the first moment we had never a thought
That they were creatures to be owned and used.

Among them were some half a dozen colts
Dropped in some wilderness of the broken world,
Yet new as if they had come from their own Eden.
Since then they have pulled our ploughs and borne our loads,
But that free servitude still can pierce our hearts.
Our life is changed; their coming our beginning.
 

Trumpet

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I've got two legs
from my bum to the ground
and when I move them they walk around.
When I lift them
they climb the stairs
and when I shave them they aint got no hairs.

Spike Milligan (I believe)
 

Trumpet

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I bow to your superior knowledge. Was sure I'd read it in one of Spike Milligan's books.
 

Gramaisc

Forum O. G.
Trumpet said:
I bow to your superior knowledge. Was sure I'd read it in one of Spike Milligan's books.
I'm not disputing your assertion, merely adding that Terry Gilliam sang it on one of their LPs. Further investigation required?
 

Withnail

Well-Known Forumite
40- Love

middle aged

couple playing

ten nis

when the

game ends

and they

go home

the net

will still

be be

tween them

p.1971
ROGER McGOUGH
 

Withnail

Well-Known Forumite
Gramaisc said:
Trumpet said:
I bow to your superior knowledge. Was sure I'd read it in one of Spike Milligan's books.
I'm not disputing your assertion, merely adding that Terry Gilliam sang it on one of their LPs. Further investigation required?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4x5x8t0p1HM
 

Mrs M

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If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
 

Mrs M

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The Monkeys Fate

The irate monkey sat and groaned in his cage,
The devil coming towards him.
What was he to do?
The fiery pitchfork was to be stuck inside him,
A fear gradually grew upon him,
The bewildered creature was in agonizing pain,
A pain that is so unbelievable that you could not even imagine it
But it has happened.

The flagitious sorcerer cursed a spell with his cane,
The monkeys Lilliputian eyes grew wide with fear,
What was his fate?
Weren’t monkeys supposed to be free from cages?
Why me, his eyes seemed to say, why was I chosen?
No one knows the exact answer,
No one knows why animals are chosen,
But it has happened.

The flames of hell grew wider in his mind,
The continuous voices of other animals whose fate were the same as his.
Now the diminutive demon from the underground gained in,
Squirting the mysterious liquid from his syringe,
The cage door rattled and so did the monkeys leg,
A menacing groan started coming from his stomach
The evil cackle echoed around the room.
But it has happened

The merciless god of the underground struck the animal with his trident,
He felt lonely, sick, dead.
He couldn’t believe what his once joyful life had come to,
He once had a family, and now he has nothing but a cage and cancer.
The wizard jabbed him with his wand and all of a sudden, the stars came above his head
The voices stopped and the silence continued,
The clouds became clear and a pair of towering metal, pearl gates came into view.
There is nothing you can do,
But it has happened!


Lewis, aged 11
 

Mrs M

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What is happening to us?

Why are people being knifed?
It’s not fair to take their lives!
People get knifed all the time,
Can we stop this brutal crime?
Killers run the streets amuck,
If you survived it would be pure luck!
Why are people being knifed?
It’s not fair to take their lives

Why is pollution in the air?
People really just don’t care!
Why do people throw litter in lakes?
Why not use biodegradable makes!
If we don’t stop our planet will end,
I think it’s time to turn the bend!
Why is pollution in the air?
People really just don’t care!

Why are towns beginning to flood?
Concrete buildings are turning to mud!
The heat is rising as we speak,
Water is rising, melting ice peaks!
Towns are flooding everywhere?
For our world, this isn’t fair!
Why are towns beginning to flood?
Concrete buildings turning to mud!


Lewis, aged 11
 

ToriRat

Is that a Moomin?
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Learned this off by heart at age 6 when I read the Alice books for the first time, My mum says there was nothing more embarassing than dragging a small child declaiming nonsense poetry through C&A on a saturday morning :P
 

shoes

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Mrs M said:
If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too; ..........
I have this on the wall next to my desk at work - probably my favourite poem of all time.
 

Mrs M

Well-Known Forumite
shoes said:
Mrs M said:
If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too; ..........
I have this on the wall next to my desk at work - probably my favourite poem of all time.
Me too, I have four boys, all of whom are going to get a framed copy of this.
 

cookie_monster

Well-Known Forumite
either this

Warning - When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple

When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
and run my stick along the public railings
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick the flowers in other people's gardens
and learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
or only bread and pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
and pay our rent and not swear in the street
and set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

By Jenny Joseph
or

On the Ning Nang Nong

On the Ning Nang Nong
Where the Cows go Bong!
and the monkeys all say BOO!
There's a Nong Nang Ning
Where the trees go Ping!
And the tea pots jibber jabber joo.
On the Nong Ning Nang
All the mice go Clang
And you just can't catch 'em when they do!
So its Ning Nang Nong
Cows go Bong!
Nong Nang Ning
Trees go ping
Nong Ning Nang
The mice go Clang
What a noisy place to belong
is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!!

Spike Milligan
x
 

Gramaisc

Forum O. G.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
Then you must be Harold Wilson..

Kenneth Horne, 1966.

@ cookie - It was Red Hat Day two days ago, I meant to mention it at the time, in On This Day, but forgot - I presume you're still only eligible for a pink hat, of course!..
 

Trumpet

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Gramaisc said:
Trumpet said:
I bow to your superior knowledge. Was sure I'd read it in one of Spike Milligan's books.
I'm not disputing your assertion, merely adding that Terry Gilliam sang it on one of their LPs. Further investigation required?
Did a bit of Googling earlier and couldn't find it in a list of Spike's poems. So it may well be a bit of Python.
It's me age.
 

Mrs M

Well-Known Forumite
Trumpet said:
Gramaisc said:
Trumpet said:
I bow to your superior knowledge. Was sure I'd read it in one of Spike Milligan's books.
I'm not disputing your assertion, merely adding that Terry Gilliam sang it on one of their LPs. Further investigation required?
Did a bit of Googling earlier and couldn't find it in a list of Spike's poems. So it may well be a bit of Python.
It's me age.
It is in a Spike Milligan book of poems.
 
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