Topic: National Poet's Day

[Palustris]

Today is National Poet's Day.  As usual I thought I would share with you a few priceless gems.

Depression by Reginald Arkell.

A garden is a lovesome thing-
When it starts blooming in the Spring.

The daffodil, the Snowdrop white,
The dainty Winter Aconite....

And just as it is going strong,
The woolly aphis comes along.

Wire worms and weevils think it fun
To eat your annuals one by one.

Until the caterpillars start
To break your horticultural heart.

Go, take a flat or buy a yacht.
A garden is a lovesome thing- God wot!

[Colin_Bellamy-Wood]

Very true Eric, I rather liked that one.

[Hyacinth]

Came across this the other night..

Multim in Parvo - George Ellis (1753-1815)

Snowy, flowy, blowy,
Showery, flowery, bowery,
Hoppy, croppy, droppy,
Breezy, sneezy, freezy.

Dontcha just love it??  ;D

[Palustris]

Or how about

The Unspeakable Hen. Arkell

Under the apple tree
At the bottom of the garden
You will sometimes see
That garrulous, greedy,
Silly,sly sadistic,
Verminous, venomous,
Cynical, spiteful,
Ha;-witted, promiscuous,
Dilapidated and disgusting
Old trollop......
The hen.

Especially the one which went into the run with the new ones and BEAT them up. The b.....h.

[Hugh_Jones]

Well, I`m only a day late...

Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow,
And everywhere that Mary went,
that little lamb would go.

Mary had a little lamb,
It started to grow bigger,
Mary started worrying,
that it might lose its figure.

Mary had a little lamb,
She fed it grass and hay,
and everyone could clearly see,
it grew fatter day by day.

Mary`s lamb was fat and round,
(tho` no-one liked to say)
No longer could it leap and bound
But lumbered on its way.

Mary`s dad said (to her mum),
"It`s eating fit to burst,
It`ll eat us out of house and home
If we don`t eat it first.

Mary went out for the day.
The lamb, it stayed behind.
Dad said "Now; while she`s away,
It`s really much more kind.

Dad honed his cleaver and his knife,
and took the lamb outside.
"Just do it quickly" said his wife,
and then sat down and cried.

Half an hour was all it took,
(Dad really had the knack)
Ma said "I`d better start to cook
for when our lass gets back"

Mary came home full of glee.
"We`ve been round all the shops.
And now I`m ready for my tea".
Ma said "You`ll LOVE these chops".

[Palustris]

Brilliant!!!!!!! ;D

[Hugh_Jones]

Thank you, Eric, for your kind appreciation, and here`s one especially for you:-

A virtuous young maid from Vinidium
Wore knickers made out of iridium;
When asked "Is that the best?",
She replied "Id est
Bonum sanguinem praesidium"

[Palustris]

Exceptional. The Limerick I always enjoy is the one written by W.S. Gilbert which starts "There was a young man from St. Bees" and goes downhill from there.