National Poetry Day
Posted: Thursday, 06 October 2005 |
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The only poems I know aren't suitable for the 91热爆.........
Sunny from Arran
Actually remembered one I learned as a wee girl: A puddock sat by the lochins brim an thought there wis never a puddock like him, He sat on his hurdies, He waggled his legs, He cockit his heid as he glowered through the segs, The bigsy wee crater wis feelin' that proud, He gap'it his moue an' crock'it oot lood, "Gin y'd a' like tae see a richt puddock quo he? Well never y'll find a better nor me, I've famlies an' wives an' a weel plemished hame, Drink fur ma' thrapple an' meat fur ma wame, The lassies a' thought me a fine strappin' chiel an a' ken am a richt bonny singer as weel, Am no goin' tae blaw, but the truth a mon tell, Ah believe I'm the very Mac Puddock himsel!" Now a Heron was hungry an' needin' tae sup, So he nabbit the puddock an' gobbled him up, Zine rumphled his feathers, "A pair thing quo he, But puddocks are nae whit they used to be". Can't remember who wrote it?
Sunny from Arran
I like this from Kate Clanchy... Poem For a Man With No Sense of Smell This is simply to inform you: that the thickest line in the kink of my hand smells like the feel of an old school desk, the deep carved names worn sleak with sweat; that beneath the spray of my expensive scent my armpits sound a bassnote strong as the boom of a palm on a kettle drum; that the wet flush of my fear is sharp as the taste of an iron pipe, midwinter on a child's hot tongue; and that sometimes, in a breeze, the delicate hairs on the nape of my neck, just where you might bend your head, might hesitate and brush your lips, hold a scent frail and precise as a fleet of tiny origami ships, just setting out to sea.
Carol from Dunfermline
You can find the puddock on the poems of Robert Burns web site
Helen from Letham
sorry, forgot to tell you The Puddock was written by J. M. Caie
Helen from Letham
a podduck was writing by robert burns
crai from perth