Hi My name is Nixon and my favorite poem is “Don’t Quit”. It is a very motivational poem.
Comment by 7english — October 17, 2007 @ 4:03 am
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All the World’s a Stage
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
By William Shakespeare
Anton Ivkov’s favourite poem
Comment by 7english — October 17, 2007 @ 4:05 am
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Hi i’m max and i like the I SAW ESAU poems, i like them because the’re light and funny.
The rain it rainith all around
Upon the just and unjust fella;
But chiefly on the just because
The unjust stole the just umbrella.
Iona & Peter Opie
Comment by 7english — October 17, 2007 @ 4:05 am
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GREEN EGGS AND HAM – Dr Seuss
Daniel, Callum, Peter & Yuta
I am Sam
I am Sam
Sam I am
That Sam-I-am!
Than Sam-I-am!
I do not like
that Sam-I-am!
Do you like
green eggs and ham?
I do not like them,
Sam-I-am.
I do not like
green eggs and ham.
Would you like them
here or there?
I would not like them
here or there.
I would not like them
anywhere.
I do not like
green eggs and ham.
I do not like them,
Sam-I-am.
Would you like them
in a house?
Would you like them
with a mouse?
I do not like them
in a house.
I do not like them
with a mouse.
I do not like them
here or there.
I do not like them
anywhere.
I do not like green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
Would you eat them
in a box?
Would you eat them
with a fox?
Not in a box.
Not with a fox.
Not in a house.
Not with a mouse.
I would not eat them here or there.
I would not eat them anywhere.
I would not eat green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
Would you? Could you?
In a car?
Eat them! Eat them!
Here they are.
I would not,
could not,
in a car.
You may like them.
You will see.
You may like them
in a tree!
I would not, could not in a tree.
Not in a car! You let me be.
I do not like them in a box.
I do not like them with a fox.
I do not like them in a house.
I do not like them with a mouse.
I do not like them here or there.
I do not like them anywhere.
I do not like green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
A train! A train!
A train! A train!
Could you, would you,
on a train?
Not on a train! Not in a tree!
Not in a car! Sam! Let me be!
I would not, could not, in a box.
I could not, would not, with a fox.
I will not eat them with a mouse.
I will not eat them in a house.
I will not eat them here or there.
I will not eat them anywhere.
I do not eat green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
Say!
In the dark?
Here in the dark!
Would you, could you, in the dark?
I would not, could not,
in the dark.
Would you, could you, in the rain?
I would not, could not,
in the rain.
Not in the dark. Not on a train.
Not in a car. Not in a tree.
I do not like them, Sam, you see.
Not in a house. Not in a box.
Not with a mouse. Not with a fox.
I will not eat them here or there.
I do not like them anywhere!
You do not like
green eggs and ham?
I do not
like them,
Sam-I-am.
Could you, would you,
with a goat?
I would not,
could not,
with a goat!
Would you, could you,
on a boat?
I could not, would not, on a boat.
I will not, will not, with a goat.
I will not eat them in the rain.
I will not eat them on a train.
Not in the dark! Not in a tree!
Not in a car! You let me be!
I do not like them in a box.
I do not like them with a fox.
I will not eat them in a house.
I do not like them with a mouse.
I do not like them here or there.
I do not like them ANYWHERE!
I do not like
green eggs
and ham!
I do not like them,
Sam-I-am.
You do not like them.
So you say.
Try them! Try them!
And you may.
Try them and you may, I say.
Sam!
If you will let me be,
I will try them.
You will see.
Say!
I like green eggs and ham!
I do! I like them, Sam-I-am!
And I would eat them in a boat.
And I would eat them with a goat…
And I will eat them in the rain.
And in the dark. And on a train.
And in a car. And in a tree.
They are so good, so good, you see!
So I will eat them in a box.
And I will eat them with a fox.
And I will eat them in a house.
And I will eat them with a mouse.
And I will eat them here and there.
Say! I will eat them ANYWHERE!
I do so like
green eggs and ham!
Thank you!
Thank you,
Sam-I-am!
Comment by 7english — October 17, 2007 @ 4:25 am
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This is a famous poem about the arrival of a child…and the beauty and uncertainty of that moment.
Morning Song
Sylvia Plath
Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.
Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.
I’m no more your mother
Than the cloud that distils a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind’s hand.
All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.
One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat’s. The window square
Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.
It takes so long for a tree to grow
So many years of pushing the sky.
Long branches stretch their arms
Reach out with their wooden fingers.
Years drift by, fall like leaves
From green to yellow then back to green.
Since my Grandad was a boy
And then before his father’s father
There’s been an elm outside our school
Its shadow long across the playground.
Today three men ripped it down.
Chopped it up. It took ten minutes.
Posted by Hugh G
This i a poem i really like
Comment by Hugh — October 24, 2007 @ 3:55 am
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Daniel – This is a poem that I have just heard and I absolutly loved it!
THE TRIANTIWONTIGONGOLOPE
C.J. Dennis
There’s a very funny insect that you do not often spy,
And it isn’t quite a spider, and it isn’t quite a fly;
It is something like a beetle, and a little like a bee,
But nothing like a wooly grub that climbs upon a tree.
Its name is quite a hard one, but you’ll learn it soon, I hope.
So try:
Tri-
Tri-anti-wonti-
Triantiwontigongolope.
It lives on weeds and wattle-gum, and has a funny face;
Its appetite is hearty, and its manners a disgrace.
When first you come upon it, it will give you quite a scare,
But when you look for it again, you find it isn’t there.
And unless you call it softly it will stay away and mope.
So try:
Tri-
Tri-anti-wonti-
Triantiwontigongolope.
It trembles if you tickle it or tread upon its toes;
It is not an early riser, but it has a snubbish nose.
If you snear at it, or scold it, it will scuttle off in shame,
But it purrs and purrs quite proudly if you call it by its name,
And offer it some sandwiches of sealing-wax and soap.
So try:
Tri-
Tri-anti-wonti-
Triantiwontigongolope .
But of course you haven’t seen it; and I truthfully confess
That I haven’t seen it either, and I don’t know its address.
For there isn’t such an insect, though there really might have been
If the trees and grass were purple, and the sky was bottle green.
It’s just a little joke of mine, which you’ll forgive, I hope.
Oh, try!
Tri-
Tri-anti-wonti-
Triantiwontigongolope.
Comment by 7english — October 25, 2007 @ 12:21 am
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Richard – This isnt really my favourite poem so i just foundone i liked.
Poem lyrics of Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind by Shakespeare.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
Thou dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remember’d not.
Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Comment by 7english — October 31, 2007 @ 1:35 am
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But first… (By Kathy Kenney-Marshall)
I had a bit of trouble
With my teacher yesterday.
She said I had to get to work-
There wasn’t time to play.
But first…
I had to tie my shoes.
I had to blow my nose.
And then I had to clean the lint
That tickled ‘tween my toes.
I had to find my pencil,
Had to sharpen up its tip.
I had to zipper up my pants,
Then Vaseline my lip.
And then, of course, ‘cuz it was cold
I put my sweater on,
Then found a new eraser ‘cuz
My old one was all gone.
And then I found a buggy bite
I really had to itch.
And scratching made me notice
That my sweater pulled a stitch.
And so I pulled a little thread.
I made a little hole
And noticed that my elbow had
A tiny brownish mole.
It looked just like a ladybug,
And so I drew a nose.
I added spots and little legs
And teeny buggy toes.
Then fin’ly with those things all done
I settled down to work.
But all my friends had finished,
And my teacher went berserk.
And, really, I was so confused.
I wasn’t having fun.
These things were quite important.
They were begging to be done!
So now it’s time for science.
We’re on page ninety-four.
But first…
There are some markers I must pick up from the floor…
Comment by 7english — October 31, 2007 @ 1:38 am
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this is one of my favourite poems
A Marching Song
Air – Onward Christian Soldiers
Fellers of Australier,
Blokes an’ coves an’ coots,
Shift yer bloody carcases,
Move yer bloody boots.
Gird yer bloody loins up,
Get yer bloody gun,
Set the bloody enermy
An’ watch the blighters run.
CHORUS:
Get a bloody move on,
Have some bloody sense.
Learn the bloody art of
Self de-bloody-fence.
Have some bloody brains be-
Neath yer bloody lids.
An’ swing a bloody sabre
Fer the missus an’ the kids.
Chuck supportin’ bloody posts,
An’ strikin’ bloody lights,
Support a bloody fam’ly an’
Strike fer yer bloody rights.
CHORUS:
Get a bloody move on,
Have some bloody sense.
Learn the bloody art of
Self de-bloody-fence.
Joy is bloody fleetin’,
Life is bloody short.
Wot’s the use uv wastin’ it
All on bloody sport?
Hitch yer bloody tip-dray
To a bloody star.
Let yer bloody watchword be
“Australi- bloody -ar!”
CHORUS:
Get a bloody move on,
Have some bloody sense.
Learn the bloody art of
Self de-bloody-fence.
‘0w’s the bloody nation
Goin’ to ixpand
‘Lest us bloody blokes an’ coves
Lend a bloody ‘and?
‘Eave yer bloody apathy
Down a bloody chasm;
‘Ump yer bloody burden with
Enthusi- bloody -asm.
CHORUS:
Get a bloody move on,
Have some bloody sense.
Learn the bloody art of
Self de-bloody-fence.
W’en old mother Britain
Calls yer native land
Take a bloody rifle
In yer bloody ‘and
Keep yer bloody upper lip
Stiff as stiff kin be,
An’ speed a bloody bullet for
Post- bloody -ity.
CHORUS:
Get a bloody move on,
Have some bloody sense.
Learn the bloody art of
Self de-bloody-fence.
W’en the bloody bugle
Sounds “Ad- bloody -vance”
Don’t be like a flock er sheep
In a bloody trance
Biff the bloody Kaiser
Where it don’t agree
Spifler- bloody -cate him
To Eternity.
CHORUS:
Get a bloody move on,
Have some bloody sense.
Learn the bloody art of
Self de-bloody-fence.
Fellers of Australier,
Cobbers, chaps an’ mates,
Hear the bloody German
Kickin’ at the gates!
Blow the bloody bugle,
Beat the bloody drum,
Upper-cut an’ out the cow
To kingdom- bloody -come!
CHORUS:
Get a bloody move on,
Have some bloody sense.
Learn the bloody art of
Self de-bloody-fence.
By C.J Dennis
Comment by adam — October 31, 2007 @ 1:48 am
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Don’t Quit
\When things go wrong as they sometimes will;
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill;
When the funds are low, and the debts are high;
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh;
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Success is failure turned inside out;
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;
And you can never tell how close you are;
It may be near when it seems afar.
So, stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit –
It’s when things go wrong that you mustn’t quit.
This is my favorite poem because it motivates me.
Comment by 7english — October 31, 2007 @ 1:50 am
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But first… By Kathy Kenney-Marshall
I am Maxim Sheko and this was my favourite poem
Comment by 7english — October 31, 2007 @ 1:51 am
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Hi My name is Nixon and my favorite poem is “Don’t Quit”. It is a very motivational poem.
Comment by 7english — October 17, 2007 @ 4:03 am |
All the World’s a Stage
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
By William Shakespeare
Anton Ivkov’s favourite poem
Comment by 7english — October 17, 2007 @ 4:05 am |
Hi i’m max and i like the I SAW ESAU poems, i like them because the’re light and funny.
The rain it rainith all around
Upon the just and unjust fella;
But chiefly on the just because
The unjust stole the just umbrella.
Iona & Peter Opie
Comment by 7english — October 17, 2007 @ 4:05 am |
GREEN EGGS AND HAM – Dr Seuss
Daniel, Callum, Peter & Yuta
I am Sam
I am Sam
Sam I am
That Sam-I-am!
Than Sam-I-am!
I do not like
that Sam-I-am!
Do you like
green eggs and ham?
I do not like them,
Sam-I-am.
I do not like
green eggs and ham.
Would you like them
here or there?
I would not like them
here or there.
I would not like them
anywhere.
I do not like
green eggs and ham.
I do not like them,
Sam-I-am.
Would you like them
in a house?
Would you like them
with a mouse?
I do not like them
in a house.
I do not like them
with a mouse.
I do not like them
here or there.
I do not like them
anywhere.
I do not like green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
Would you eat them
in a box?
Would you eat them
with a fox?
Not in a box.
Not with a fox.
Not in a house.
Not with a mouse.
I would not eat them here or there.
I would not eat them anywhere.
I would not eat green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
Would you? Could you?
In a car?
Eat them! Eat them!
Here they are.
I would not,
could not,
in a car.
You may like them.
You will see.
You may like them
in a tree!
I would not, could not in a tree.
Not in a car! You let me be.
I do not like them in a box.
I do not like them with a fox.
I do not like them in a house.
I do not like them with a mouse.
I do not like them here or there.
I do not like them anywhere.
I do not like green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
A train! A train!
A train! A train!
Could you, would you,
on a train?
Not on a train! Not in a tree!
Not in a car! Sam! Let me be!
I would not, could not, in a box.
I could not, would not, with a fox.
I will not eat them with a mouse.
I will not eat them in a house.
I will not eat them here or there.
I will not eat them anywhere.
I do not eat green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
Say!
In the dark?
Here in the dark!
Would you, could you, in the dark?
I would not, could not,
in the dark.
Would you, could you, in the rain?
I would not, could not,
in the rain.
Not in the dark. Not on a train.
Not in a car. Not in a tree.
I do not like them, Sam, you see.
Not in a house. Not in a box.
Not with a mouse. Not with a fox.
I will not eat them here or there.
I do not like them anywhere!
You do not like
green eggs and ham?
I do not
like them,
Sam-I-am.
Could you, would you,
with a goat?
I would not,
could not,
with a goat!
Would you, could you,
on a boat?
I could not, would not, on a boat.
I will not, will not, with a goat.
I will not eat them in the rain.
I will not eat them on a train.
Not in the dark! Not in a tree!
Not in a car! You let me be!
I do not like them in a box.
I do not like them with a fox.
I will not eat them in a house.
I do not like them with a mouse.
I do not like them here or there.
I do not like them ANYWHERE!
I do not like
green eggs
and ham!
I do not like them,
Sam-I-am.
You do not like them.
So you say.
Try them! Try them!
And you may.
Try them and you may, I say.
Sam!
If you will let me be,
I will try them.
You will see.
Say!
I like green eggs and ham!
I do! I like them, Sam-I-am!
And I would eat them in a boat.
And I would eat them with a goat…
And I will eat them in the rain.
And in the dark. And on a train.
And in a car. And in a tree.
They are so good, so good, you see!
So I will eat them in a box.
And I will eat them with a fox.
And I will eat them in a house.
And I will eat them with a mouse.
And I will eat them here and there.
Say! I will eat them ANYWHERE!
I do so like
green eggs and ham!
Thank you!
Thank you,
Sam-I-am!
Comment by 7english — October 17, 2007 @ 4:25 am |
This is a famous poem about the arrival of a child…and the beauty and uncertainty of that moment.
Morning Song
Sylvia Plath
Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.
Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.
I’m no more your mother
Than the cloud that distils a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind’s hand.
All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.
One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat’s. The window square
Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.
Comment by Mr G — October 18, 2007 @ 10:52 pm |
Our Tree
By
David Harmer
It takes so long for a tree to grow
So many years of pushing the sky.
Long branches stretch their arms
Reach out with their wooden fingers.
Years drift by, fall like leaves
From green to yellow then back to green.
Since my Grandad was a boy
And then before his father’s father
There’s been an elm outside our school
Its shadow long across the playground.
Today three men ripped it down.
Chopped it up. It took ten minutes.
Posted by Hugh G
This i a poem i really like
Comment by Hugh — October 24, 2007 @ 3:55 am |
Daniel – This is a poem that I have just heard and I absolutly loved it!
THE TRIANTIWONTIGONGOLOPE
C.J. Dennis
There’s a very funny insect that you do not often spy,
And it isn’t quite a spider, and it isn’t quite a fly;
It is something like a beetle, and a little like a bee,
But nothing like a wooly grub that climbs upon a tree.
Its name is quite a hard one, but you’ll learn it soon, I hope.
So try:
Tri-
Tri-anti-wonti-
Triantiwontigongolope.
It lives on weeds and wattle-gum, and has a funny face;
Its appetite is hearty, and its manners a disgrace.
When first you come upon it, it will give you quite a scare,
But when you look for it again, you find it isn’t there.
And unless you call it softly it will stay away and mope.
So try:
Tri-
Tri-anti-wonti-
Triantiwontigongolope.
It trembles if you tickle it or tread upon its toes;
It is not an early riser, but it has a snubbish nose.
If you snear at it, or scold it, it will scuttle off in shame,
But it purrs and purrs quite proudly if you call it by its name,
And offer it some sandwiches of sealing-wax and soap.
So try:
Tri-
Tri-anti-wonti-
Triantiwontigongolope .
But of course you haven’t seen it; and I truthfully confess
That I haven’t seen it either, and I don’t know its address.
For there isn’t such an insect, though there really might have been
If the trees and grass were purple, and the sky was bottle green.
It’s just a little joke of mine, which you’ll forgive, I hope.
Oh, try!
Tri-
Tri-anti-wonti-
Triantiwontigongolope.
Comment by 7english — October 25, 2007 @ 12:21 am |
Richard – This isnt really my favourite poem so i just foundone i liked.
Poem lyrics of Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind by Shakespeare.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
Thou dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remember’d not.
Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Comment by 7english — October 31, 2007 @ 1:35 am |
But first… (By Kathy Kenney-Marshall)
I had a bit of trouble
With my teacher yesterday.
She said I had to get to work-
There wasn’t time to play.
But first…
I had to tie my shoes.
I had to blow my nose.
And then I had to clean the lint
That tickled ‘tween my toes.
I had to find my pencil,
Had to sharpen up its tip.
I had to zipper up my pants,
Then Vaseline my lip.
And then, of course, ‘cuz it was cold
I put my sweater on,
Then found a new eraser ‘cuz
My old one was all gone.
And then I found a buggy bite
I really had to itch.
And scratching made me notice
That my sweater pulled a stitch.
And so I pulled a little thread.
I made a little hole
And noticed that my elbow had
A tiny brownish mole.
It looked just like a ladybug,
And so I drew a nose.
I added spots and little legs
And teeny buggy toes.
Then fin’ly with those things all done
I settled down to work.
But all my friends had finished,
And my teacher went berserk.
And, really, I was so confused.
I wasn’t having fun.
These things were quite important.
They were begging to be done!
So now it’s time for science.
We’re on page ninety-four.
But first…
There are some markers I must pick up from the floor…
Comment by 7english — October 31, 2007 @ 1:38 am |
this is one of my favourite poems
A Marching Song
Air – Onward Christian Soldiers
Fellers of Australier,
Blokes an’ coves an’ coots,
Shift yer bloody carcases,
Move yer bloody boots.
Gird yer bloody loins up,
Get yer bloody gun,
Set the bloody enermy
An’ watch the blighters run.
CHORUS:
Get a bloody move on,
Have some bloody sense.
Learn the bloody art of
Self de-bloody-fence.
Have some bloody brains be-
Neath yer bloody lids.
An’ swing a bloody sabre
Fer the missus an’ the kids.
Chuck supportin’ bloody posts,
An’ strikin’ bloody lights,
Support a bloody fam’ly an’
Strike fer yer bloody rights.
CHORUS:
Get a bloody move on,
Have some bloody sense.
Learn the bloody art of
Self de-bloody-fence.
Joy is bloody fleetin’,
Life is bloody short.
Wot’s the use uv wastin’ it
All on bloody sport?
Hitch yer bloody tip-dray
To a bloody star.
Let yer bloody watchword be
“Australi- bloody -ar!”
CHORUS:
Get a bloody move on,
Have some bloody sense.
Learn the bloody art of
Self de-bloody-fence.
‘0w’s the bloody nation
Goin’ to ixpand
‘Lest us bloody blokes an’ coves
Lend a bloody ‘and?
‘Eave yer bloody apathy
Down a bloody chasm;
‘Ump yer bloody burden with
Enthusi- bloody -asm.
CHORUS:
Get a bloody move on,
Have some bloody sense.
Learn the bloody art of
Self de-bloody-fence.
W’en old mother Britain
Calls yer native land
Take a bloody rifle
In yer bloody ‘and
Keep yer bloody upper lip
Stiff as stiff kin be,
An’ speed a bloody bullet for
Post- bloody -ity.
CHORUS:
Get a bloody move on,
Have some bloody sense.
Learn the bloody art of
Self de-bloody-fence.
W’en the bloody bugle
Sounds “Ad- bloody -vance”
Don’t be like a flock er sheep
In a bloody trance
Biff the bloody Kaiser
Where it don’t agree
Spifler- bloody -cate him
To Eternity.
CHORUS:
Get a bloody move on,
Have some bloody sense.
Learn the bloody art of
Self de-bloody-fence.
Fellers of Australier,
Cobbers, chaps an’ mates,
Hear the bloody German
Kickin’ at the gates!
Blow the bloody bugle,
Beat the bloody drum,
Upper-cut an’ out the cow
To kingdom- bloody -come!
CHORUS:
Get a bloody move on,
Have some bloody sense.
Learn the bloody art of
Self de-bloody-fence.
By C.J Dennis
Comment by adam — October 31, 2007 @ 1:48 am |
Don’t Quit
\When things go wrong as they sometimes will;
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill;
When the funds are low, and the debts are high;
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh;
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Success is failure turned inside out;
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;
And you can never tell how close you are;
It may be near when it seems afar.
So, stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit –
It’s when things go wrong that you mustn’t quit.
This is my favorite poem because it motivates me.
Comment by 7english — October 31, 2007 @ 1:50 am |
But first… By Kathy Kenney-Marshall
I am Maxim Sheko and this was my favourite poem
Comment by 7english — October 31, 2007 @ 1:51 am |