Poems from communities: 3

[pomes]

Your triolet wol slee me sodenly
I may the bitching of hem not sustene
So woundeth hit throughout my herte keen

And but your word was scriven hastily
My hertes wounde, whyl that hit is grene,
Your triolet wol slee me sodenly
I may the bitching of hem not sustene

Upon my trouthe I sey yow feithfully,
That ye ben of my verse and rhyme the quene;
For with my posts the trouthe shal be sene.
Your triolet wol slee me sodenly
I may the bitching of hem not sustene
So woundeth hit throughout my herte keen

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There once was a lady named Ailbhe, with whom nothing rhymed except halva, lucky for us she went home on the bus with sore-sensibilities-salve, ah!

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I wasn't aware something "good" was the game. My very first offering should have made that much plain.

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Stop writing doggerel
About abuse of moggerel
Sushidog has work to do
Unlike the slacking rest of you

which led to 'on the coiniong of "moggerel"':
Why leave it to Shakespeare and Nash?
If I'm short of a rhyme, I'll have a bash.

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I strongly suspected it might have been you
You selfish old bag. Though I must say it's true
That the scansion and rhyme of my first bit of messin'
Were not right for a ballad, so let that be a lesson.

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Treatment for a sore elbow:

Boil it and oil it
As hot as you dare
To keep it all supple
And moving in there
Or ice, if it's swelling
From bruising or bumps
Salt water for smelling
Or pustulent lumps
If the pain is a strain
Muscles tense and complain
So relax them with bathing and gin
Codeine and cocaine
Keep them dry in the rain
Use gin-bottles for storing them in.

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Higgledy piggledy
Quisalan mispelling
Names of the Ladies whose
Work she addressed

Just as well flattery
Lathered on lavishly
Garners forgiveness from
Women thus blessed

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[hitchhiker.livejournal.com]

thanks for posting these - i love them :)