THE LONGEST GROWING POEM
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Frederick.....
Hey I saw a Gate I chrashed Thru then I saw Pandora nd she said boo Oh I said where is the loo,
she said boooo
Oh im hard of hearing as well as shy sorry,
Dawn....
How are You,
I wanted to say ... "Booo too"
its good to C U here
Im no good at rhyme, but havin a go
Dont know where its leadning, but could be misleading!
Eve,,,,
Words will come, and they will grow,
Into this poem, or my heart will start bleedin'
Dawn...
I just hope this poem has "meaning",
Now, Eve is not sleeping,
Frederick is just leaping,
And,
Rick is a dreaming of ...
Rick...
Frederick,
It's good that your here
with your rhyme
to entertain the Ladies
while I fight crime
because it's easy to see,
between you and me
the Ladies rhymes
are but crimes
Dawn...
Rick you are cheeky and Fred is leeky
Us girls are the best since sliced bread
We aim to please and discourage crime
Its yoo boys that tease,
And give us girls ~emmense unnease,
Chief...
Never to fear
Wagstaff is here
Full of good cheer
M&M Peanuts - n' root beer.
Dawn and Eve
Have come to believe
They're Shelley and Keats n'
Make poetry that's hard to beat.
But squirrels ain't critics
N' really don't know
One from the other
Of them so n' so's
Just hand me some peanuts
N' a bottle of beer (root)
Cause squirrels ain't poets
And don't give a hoot.
Rick...
I have a pet hawk,
his name is coot
squirrels for breakfast
give him a hoot
so Wagstaff beware
it might not seem fair
but he's looking to eat
and considers squirrels a treat
Chief...
Wagstaff ain't worried
He's safe as can be
Here on the Internet n'
Not up a tree.
Hawks are rats
N' stealer's of hats
Pieces of ribbon
N' old ladies cats
Coot ya can't catch me
I'm safe with the Chief
Pass me the peanuts
N' give me no grief.
EVE...
well, I have a Min Pin,
who likes to eat meat
off the bones of mice,
and squirrels, and will win
any fight you give him
for he likes the challenge..
Rick...
[Note to Wagstaff]
I've never seen a hawk so depressed
he hung his head low and then he just left
Rick...
It's not about you going to jail
it's not about we're having a sale
The boat is not leaking
you don't have to bail
but do me a favor
and check your e-mail
Eve...
Well, I have a Min Pin,
who likes to eat meat
off the bones of mice,
and squirrels, and will win
any fight you give him
for he likes the challenge
Dawn...
I Aint no mincer
& I like to eat meat
Veggie's the Word
When U want to Get Heard
Andy...
I laughed when reading this long rhyme
penned by friends never costing a dime
at the weekend party committing no crime
Just them all having a jolly good time
bless them for they do no harm
kissing the blarney, turning on the charm".
Dawn...
Ink mixes with water
The dime is an art
No value required
but just doing art
The party weekend is free and so real
our friendship is marked upon the charm it "sparks"
Eve...
Mr. Wagstaff has gone
he's too clever by half,
No tree does he hide
but he'll have the last laugh,
at all of us here
who will kick up a fuss,
because we are the ones,
Mr. Wagstaff distrusts,
So give him some brittle
or he will do us all harm,
to be sent to the hospital,
for a shot in the arm.
Mountain Man...
Roses are red Violets are blue
I'm not schytzophrenic and neither am I
Pandora...
Have no Fear Pandora is here
Lets go next door and have a beer
If you hear a noise have no worry,
Thats just Rick making Curry
Hes cooking his friend
the little squirrel
I could see him wrigglle wnd wrigglie
Rick is a Lout
lets all shout
Make a Comotion to pass a motion
that this behaviour has to stop
Wagstaff is are friend this has to end
so enough of this pater Ill talk to you later
Angelina...
Thanks for inviting me
I needed a break
The worlds longest poem
Sounds just great.
I came in my paint clothes
Well, not really I must say
I wore a nice sweater
Which is now stained with cobalt turquios and a tinge of grey
So please forgive my appearance
I'll take a long island ice tea
And take a break from painting
Since the relaxing is free
Kiwi Di...
I just came upstairs 'cos it's time for my sleep
Went to turn off the 'puter but first took a peep
At the idrawandpaint site with its "virtual parties"
And what have I found here? some poetic smarties
With a rhyme that I've taken so-o-o-o long to digest
That my bottom's gone numb and I've still had no rest
Anyway, here are a few lines penned from me in "En Zed"
And now, if you don't mind, I'm off to my bed
Rick...
thanks Kiwi D
as you can see
when it comes to poetics
we're as good as can be
Hi Angelina
I'm glad to have seen ya
add to our prose and rhyme
with efforts like yours
this poem will be
the best poem of all time
My ode to my Canadian friends;
Pandora might shout
that Rick is a lout
for cooking squirrel stew
but your a Canuck
so all I just took
was the recipe
from people like you
Eve...
One fine day, in the middle of the night,
Rick and the squrrell, got up to fight,
Back to back, they faced each other,
Drew their knives, and shot each other'
Frederick...
here i am once again writing what started as a whim
can someone pour me me a glass of pimms
we all should watch and see it grow
like a garden grass l to mow
all come in all come back has anyone seen mr black
saw Pandora writing round
but she never made a sound
dancing round this great big site
way off now into the night
Dawn is smiling at the verse
rick is running after the man
who burst on the party with his gran
they jumped into the bar last night
oh gosh they gave me such a fright
this poem will last for days to come
have said enough for my turn is done
have great day everyone
Rick...
Evee Evee the story's not true
t'was not a knife but a gun that I drew
The squirrel was quick but even he knew
that in the end, I'd be eating squirrel stew
Rick...
Mr. West
your just the best
your poetry tried and true
this poem will go on and on
with poets as able as you
Andy...
"I just popped back for a read
it is getting longer indeed
words like squirrel, boo too!
great rhymes from the crew
my friends at this bit of a do".
Rick...
Mountain Man...
Roses are red Violets are blue
I'm not schytzophrenic and neither am I
Rick
My friend Mountain Main
I take pen in hand
to say with paper and ink
I think your both schizophrenic
Dawn..
Where's Mr Wagstaff, our partner in art, I left M&M's as Heeze game
for a laugh,
Now Eve's got him flattered and heeze under control, burying his
sweeties in the mouse~hole.
Mountain Man, head over matters, thinking violets are blue and red
stands for roses what a tadoo, But If Pandora hears this, she'll jump
on Cloud 9, she's partial to flowers and a heartwarming rhyme
Welcome, Angelina, our newest recruit, & up for a party at any excuse.
She has good style, as comes laiden in paint, requests long island tea
~ Now Rick can you advise, the bar has no kettle so can Angelina make
do, with a Gin n Honey.. It looks the same, I dont think artists would
ever complain!
Now Dear Lordy Dave, please be advised, our KiwiDi who stayed up late,
she got stuck in the bar, no drinks on tape, she ate all the smarties,
then Bouncing Rick had to attend to duties & free her behind from the
chair. Riggers Taxis was commended and everything logged,, please find
a note, the cabs been docked ~ the bad news is its out of your wages!
Well Bouncing Rick, you have me on tape, for you see me "smiling".. So
without "enhancement", I have a question, ... "If we were Poets,,
would we know it"???
I see Andy's back, he loves a good Read, Meese thinks Heez~a Poet and
watches the Crew, What we write next, he'll have a good think and
create something better, heeze so art n paint, his talent for the
creatives in words is just great...
Chief...
Now let me see
There's Ol' Kiwi Di....
An Eve N' a Dawn
N' a squirrel to mourn....
Search east and West
In each squirrel's nest...
Look far and wide
Where tree-rats might hide...
For this much is certainly true
You'll never find, no matter the brew
Ol' Wagstaff in Rick's squirrel stew
Dawn..
Chief, you are thinking, I see your report. But something is missing,,
it concerns Wagstaff ~ Youza feedin him M&M's.. Well I put 2 n 2
ensemble, I hope Im not daft and pigeoned a msg in the evening post.
Ive reported to My Knight - those are his initials ~[M.M] and I do
bequest an urgent opinion..cos there's something catchy goin on
Pandora...
Well it bediebeyes for you guys abroad
I just have to sit here and try not to get board
There is no one here , no one at all
I think Ill get dressed and go o the ball
I may even meet someone nice while im there
Ill bring him back here thats only fair
We will party and dance and drink all the wine
Im sure Rick wont mind he will think that is fine
you have to be nice to your friends that you meet
If you dont, they may step on your feet and youll end up crying and
calling for Pete
Whoever Pete is I really know, but it rhymes doesnt it lol
goodnight everyone Ill see you anon
Rick...
Dawn my friend
we are poets and we do know it
It's only the public that's concerned
and wishes to see our poetry burned
Pretty Pandy
I think it's dandy
to see you on this site
Please don't be bored
because I'm aboard
and we'll dance throughout the night.
Chief...
A squirrels delight
In the middle of the Knight
Is a bowl of M&Ms...true.
In his jaws they will melt
And keep this tail svelte,
Till Dawn delivers the blue.
Rick...
The stew was grand
the meat a gem
but it tasted like
M & M's
Frederick...
I saw a crow it chased the squirrel all over the park
the squirrel dived inand out all over theplace until it got rather
dark
then into the light came a fox with might
the muscle ripling of leg and thigh
he said thank you crow for chasing him so
dinner will be fine tuned tonight
Frederick...
the poem it goesw onand on who is now that it does belong
it belongs and it is long
as it should be going strong
have good night all who come
iam off to beddie land
or my poetry will become bland
of no substance it will show
i am here but now \I go
Chief...
The only stew
Rick ever brewed
Was really icky
Twas made of shoes
Of fox and crow
I do not know
But into parks
I will no go.
Pass the peanuts please, this poetry making is very thirsty work.
Wagstaff the Art Squirrel.
Angelina...
Wow, all the words, the rhymes and the songs,
I've been reading and reading - the poem is growing quite long...
BUT...
Strange is true and strange it be,
I swear I can hear you all talking to me...
AND
Even though I've never met any one at this site
You each have a voice as I read with all my might...
SO
Keep on talking and writing and singing
The words are all lovely and quite intriguing...
OH
Did Rick tell you that what you what we've all been eating
Wasn't peanuts or M&Ms at all, he sort of was fleeting...
HMM
Dare should I say, the squirrel stew was great
But the mix of the rats, the crows, the mice make me wonder if it
should be bait...
UGH
Did I hear you all begin to gag and choke
Don't worry though, the fox, the hawk, the cats all escaped and hid in
Dawn's cloak...
SO
The stew it was tastey but not my cup of tea
Next time perhaps Rick will give us the kitchen key...
AND
We'll mix up our own stew and serve it to Rick
Afterwards I know he'll need a toothpick...
AWE
My words are growing too long
I'm so tired, I'd better move on...
THANKS
To you all for such great rhymes
Keep them coming, I'll make more time...
Frederick...
the squirrels and rats all ran for cover
no more stew so dont you bother
if rick wants stew let him eat veggy alone
maybe somewhre he will find a nice bone
drink it down with fresh cider me thinks
although it is aged as its ripe and it stinks
get tha bar key get the kitchen key
lets havea party I hear you all call
hey its a party not one of ricks brawls
now we are tucking into lentils and soup
all those onions still on there roots
carrots with tops sticking out of the pot
what is it now with all ofyou lot
do not hear of knives and of prep
too many drinks in the bar did you get
some of us do not drink anything but juice
oh look out the window its great big moose
doesnt anyone know how venison to cook
into a pot and simmer the rook
oh dear the witching hour is here once again
take off my black hat and begin to stir the pot
poem will wiat no this is your lot
Frederick...
well my friends its by far not th end but a new subject we must now
portray
arno is on e of our best friends
he needs our prayers for strength to defend
so who ever you pray too please ask for strength to be given
so that arno our friend can have more to be driven
he needs us now lets show him we care
we have 10 mins thatwe can spare
Dear Father God strengthen our friend
in the name Of The great spirit we all say Amen
now we all have a mission to show off our art
lets go round and see whrre we start
lets give someone we dont know a good commnet today
or I will come chase you round the site
shouting and shouting until you say that you might
have tiome to give a comment or two
someone came along and did it for you
so go into the all art and pick a page sign a commant of someone of
any age
be kind but truthful for art is a gift
have a good day peolpe
use your keyboard to give hope and not for the thrift
Rick....
I make stew out of moose
and stew out of goose
but never cats and rats
My stew is just great
I know you can't wait
to try my squirrel stew
Frederick...
rick is back without veggie stew
soon he will in his stew maybe me maybe you
but now i have to run to art
oh too muchstew itmakes me ....
heheheheheheh
Pandora,,
im tired of this stew talk' lets change the topic
Its a beautiful night the moons shining bright
we should all take a walk then we can talk of other thng than stew
what say you
Pandora,,,
well what do you know I was too quick
the comment button I hit quite by accident
now i have to finish my poem we were taking a walk
and trying to talk , the moon is still bright
Lets all go to Kent Its a nice place to live
its in England you know we will go to a show
we will tour the art gallery and find some delight
and may be a fight, its time to go home now
so ill see you tomorrow Ill leave with much sorrow
Love Pandora
Chief,,,
Rick's Stew Recipe (with apologies to )
William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
from Macbeth
A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron boiling. Thunder.
Enter the three Witches.
1 WITCH. (Rick) Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
2 WITCH. Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin'd.
3 WITCH. Harpier cries:—'tis time! 'tis time!
1 WITCH. Round about the caldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.—
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
2 WITCH. Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
3 WITCH. Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf;
Witches' mummy; maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock digg'd i the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,—
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingrediants of our caldron.
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
2 WITCH. Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
Rick.....burp.....pass the Alka-Seltzer please.
Frederick...
The sun rose in the sky above,
The birds moved wings and looked for grubs.
The animals moved inside their dens,
The day had arrived once again.
Some were lazy, been out all night.
Some were licking, they had had a fight.
Some got up, new dawn began.
Time to go fishing, also they swam.
Bears went fishing, salmon were afraid.
Other bears went to look at different fair trade.
'Honey monsters' we call them and bees hum around,
The bears getting salmon,
Did not move or make sound.
Some birds flew over and started to squawk.
Some birds were resting, chirping in talk.
The bear got his breakfast and went with salmon in tow.
The sun rose higher, midday was aglow.
They all went round and got on with each others pace.
The salmon was cut and the cubs had a race.
Splashing in water, minnows they caught.
Some day they would catch salmon, they thought.
The sun was setting, the animals rest,
They had been about and done their best.
The night owls came forth into a deepening sky,
As all the animals waved the sun good bye.
Another night had come upon,
Only few hours nothing long.
Then would come sun rise,
And day would begin,
When animals rise and do their own thing.
Angelina...
Well, I'm not in England
Have never been
So you'll have to describe
The galleries you're in
I can take you here
For a walk on the Shore
Of a stormy Pacific Ocean
Where there were hundreds of brown pelicans or more
The galleries here are full of photos
Of oceans and bays and sea life too
They intrigue me completely
By tons of artist, none I knew
The gift shops are crazy
With all kinds of cheap gifts
But it still fun to roam through
If you get my drift
The antiques are incredible
There's so many shops
To get from one to another
One only has to hop
The craft rental spaces
Are certainly fun to roam through
Space after space
The artist and crafters share the souls with you
The storm here was a beauty
There's nothing like a cold ocean rain
It falls in huge drops
And covers you completely time and time again
The sunset, oh it was awesome
Inspiring, peaceful, and calm
It gives the soul rest
When life needs a good balm
So walk with me
Here on the Pacific Shore
In the rain soaked Oregon
To gather some seashells and walk through some stores
Tell me about England
And all the grand things
Describe for me the galleries
And what their artists and crafters bring.
Frederick...
the shoreline stands with rocks abound
you cannot hear a single sound
all you haer is noise of sea
oh look there goes a bumble bee
we move round shore and see a crab
someone comes and makes grab
the swirl of the water salty to taste
makes the crab runaway with haste
the water is shallow not too deep
is this enough to give you a peep
Dawn...
The Children Came
They did not creep
Instead they shouted and screamed
A child did sneeze and dropped his bucket
thats why the crab got free
Frederick...
the sea rolled on and did not stop put your towel onto a rock and then
run wild across the sand fall leave imprint oif your hand
sea rolls in hand imprint gone
look in air a pair of swans
your looka dn see the wind roll by
take your towel and wave goodbye
Carrie...
Never mind what you wear,
Or if there's paint in your hair,
Because the artist in you -
Might create a stare.
The paint left under your nails,
That tell-tale sign that never fails,
To show the world -
That art prevails!!
Chief...
Don't have clothes
So paint in the nude
But licking it off
Is mighty crude.
The Chief paints in
A polka dot hat
Slinging around
Me and the cat.
I don't mind
The cat sure do
She doesn't like
The swabs shampoo
Pandora...
I woke up this morning and saw the snow
I said Oh No! , and I must go to my job today
Id rather not Id rather stay right here in bed
were its nice and warm.,but I have friends out there
who need me. so I jumped out of bed, and took my shower
had my breakfast
and looked at the hour
Its time to go,but i thougnt Oh No
First I must check on my artist friends
and see their work whist I was a sleep
The first one I saw, my heart did a leap
It was of President Obama. this one Ill keep
I put it in my favorites file
were I can view it , again and again
this leader of men, Thank you Murphy for this wonderful work
now I must go I mustnt shirk
.I must notfall
My love to you All
Love pandora
Frederick...
she runs to work and does not shirk
smelling clean and perfume to boot
made of some brand new root
she smiles at her job and earns her money
somebody goes by and says hello my honey
she looks to see who it is
and goes back round and is a whizz
wil have to go home and start a quiz
will have to go back and see if anyone replied
and she wilsee this here and that will be no surprise
staysafe pandora and be at peace
see you soon in other groups and art
then another poem will start
Dawn...
Carrie doesnt mind if you spoil your clothes
a tell tale sign of paint on the nose
splashes of colour and art up the walls
I never use henna, but now what a thought
my bristels extended, dont carry a comb
I look in the mirror and Oh what a shock,
Ive been to the supermarket looking like rot
I bumped into Chief
and noticed his hat
I darent pay attention to his polka dot cat
Well, I met Pandora, she loves a good chat
but the clock was ticking,
And Can Only Guess
She was rummaging her handbag and pulled out a file
"Was it the President or was it her Smile?"
She mentioned Obama and one of her friends
I cant wait till Morning & tell all my friends
But then came by Frederick,, and what a tadoo
he was sniffing her perfume and greeted her, "Honey"?
I shot in the background not making a sound
and peered as they spoke of hints of a quiz..
no mention of money, no sign I could tell
but witnessed a motive of good farewell
Frederick ....
he saw her hiding behind the wall
got out of his pocket the tennis ball
he threw it at dawn and said do not peek
its only her friendship that i do seek
I can chat and I can talk
not like you behind wall does stalk
so I like her perfume and i like her smile
maybe will walk another 500 miles
just to see one of her smiles
who do we talk i hear you say
that is a story for another sunny day
Dawn...
I may stalk and I may ponder,
But I wonder whether Pandora is a wonder
For you have the magic and wonderful verse
And sweeping Pandora under your spell
I have no technician, the cameras dont work
Just make sure you bring her home from your walk
Frederick...
oh youare the dawn of light
would walk with you through out the night
to see such wonder as your smile
makes me walk another mile
see the stars so shining bright
all thru this wondereous balmy night
we walk and talk and see such things
the dawn of time has gone again
sun is s rising on horizon
look pandora coming with some coffee
smiling that she bought some toffee
did we enjoy the walk said she
oh said I it was the place to be
Frederick...
pandy comea and pandy cheers
who is that coming up the rear
oh its rick with some wierd stew
he has bowls for me and you
pandy smies and throws a whim
lets all get rick and put him in
let the squirrel free to roam
lets boil rick before we go home
dawna and panda laugh like mad
poor old rick does look sad
lets havea picnic in the woods
what shallwe eat with in our tums
lovely food and drink to come
yummy yummy in freds tummy
doughnuts and cream and and maybe some bream
panda is off to get some drinks
iam off to get the scoff
dawn is coming to lay the table
she bought a friend her name is mable
now we all chat and laugh and joke
rick ranaway
didnt get the joke
Pandora...
Pandora said where did you go?
you shouldnt be walking this late at night
Its dangerous out there you gave me a fright
I brought you a drink and some toffee to eat
there are wild dogs and animals that would love to eat you
Lets all go back home and eat Ricks Stew,
They know whats in it so they will stay far away
They want to live for another day
Come home with me Fred and bring your friend
well stay nice and warm, so this poem can end
Dawn...
Our Dear Frederick, you ooze such poetic magic
for I am Dawn of the Morn,, I do not go by night
I wake up by tickle of the feathers,, those cockerels call to my song,, just before 5 0clock,, ding dong!!! If I was walking with thee and the stars,, I must been a havin alota cafeene,, and when you swapped me for Pandora n her homemade tofees, I smelt something funny and got on the blower to Rick..
Now he told me he likes to make Cream and,, Frederick, you fell for his cookeen!.. & I have to tell you, you wouldnt dream,, for you eat his Reno donut Cream, Heeza connoseur & our security chief,, and he tells me yooze n Pandora think meeze the weakest link.. and so Im not bringin Mable Again to your Table.. Mable is able though quite unable to laugh n joke, If there is one thing missing in the ink it is Frederick and the cream.. for Mable is a furry friend and acts as a good sniffer..
Frederick.. oops just replied above before your below came in
Frederick...
so fred and pandora went home
eat stew and ]knawed ona bone
she said its time you went home
he went to the door and the rain it did pour
so pandora being kind said havea cover of mine
and saty on the sofa and sleep for the night
fred siad its so wet that sounds about right
she said do not snore it will frighten me more
and he turned on the sofa and fell on the floor
saw pandora standing in the door
hands on hips she said did you trip
and he laughed right down to his core
Dawn...
Pandora phoned me,, I got worried and alerted her neighbour
Heeze a Guy and knocked on the Door
She had her hands on her hips to block out the neighbour,
and when she turned Frederick got a shock
he pulled himself together, up off the floor, and hurried to the door, and saw the big man and fled.
Now Frederick,, you were not meant to be so startled, just a neighbourly guy popping by.. Pandora hopes you visit soon
and I'll just sit here and cry
I dont get a mention, only if the clock strikes dawn, so sample a piece of cake,, waiting my friend,, always here to help, never a dull moment with my sniffer of a hanky and wonderful friends, lets hope U make up and send gifts of flowers, Pandora is a one for receiving the best
Now Ive made my suggestion to my interflower friends
Frederick...
Dawn is the friend everyone wants
she smiles at you purposeful and it goes beyond the screen
in dawn there is no such thing as mean
she is the constalation that all us stars go by in this group
she is the friend that evry body wants to scoop
her friendly face greets all by night
in this group dawn is sucha heavenly sight
so staysafe our leader and our friend
this little poem to you has come to an end
frederick west said:
the mole ...fred west 2007 ©
I live beneath the soil you know usually under a tree
I go about my business but have bad eyesight you see
I move off at dusk each day and start a tunnel here
men move above me usually with a spear
but I will now start tunnelling 100 yards a day
can you as man tunnel so fast just using two of your hands?
I tunnel very quickly but very neat and tidy too
you can see the way I got on top
as the grass pushes up in the dew
my little tunnels all below your lawn I do not do it to annoy
I just do it to get my dinner and cause I am a boy
all the worms that fall in my tunnel will be eaten along the track
and if I miss a few well ill eat them on the way back
It isn’t a race among us to see who can dig the most
but some times I do come across the one who lives near the post
Why he doesn’t live under a tree is something I will never know
there is so much more security on things that have orders not to go
well I can s top round and talk so much have only gone 50 yards
another fifty to go now and all the worms in the earth
will fall into my little tunnel and make muscle on my paws
I am but one little mole you know how many are there in your garden
do you know or do you care
do you see the little tunnels
what they are therefore what they do
they are my supermarket I build one every day
a different one is good for me to go to very way
it makes me more alert and then
Ill stay here just one more day
Caroline...
I love it that,
You all are here,
It fills my heart
With warmth and cheer.
I love this site,
Of that I'm sure'
And now I love it even more,
Cause I can party
Through the night
Though I'll be in the morning
A terrible sight.
Too tired for a bath
I'll just have to laugh
To see my hair of blue
My hands are red
My nails are black
My face a greenish hue
But I have had such fun you know
To join this happy throng.
And write the longest ever poem,
I could break into song!!
Frederick...
caroline wants to party all night
i cannot but that is alright
we party way into our night
and we are then so sucha sight
party hats and drinks all over
food for thought and never over
lots of art work to percieve
lots of complimnets to re weave
use the site to say well done
its alovely big red bun
another a flower of delight
and another a perfect night
what ever the picture encourage away
all thru monday and every day
until weekend comes and the party begins
yippeeee open cans and lets get going
another week is here for all
if you need help
well just callllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
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Permalink Reply by Caroline on -
Oh dear Fred
Its time for bed
Bin partying far too hard.
I just can't think
And I must stink
Of booze, and my face feels like lard!!
Gotta get up in the morn
At the crack of dawn
To go and do some work
To paint a bloomin wall again
And I really hate to shirk.
But I'll be back,
After I've hit the sack
To party, yes, once more,
But please remember
If I get drunk
Just push me out the door!!!!
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Permalink Reply by frederick west on -
we come upon the season of good cheer
its the time the family do come near
the time we spend if we have any money
the time of jokes and being funny
the time we say fetsive happiness is here
come one and all santa is here
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Permalink Reply by Caroline on
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With a sack full of pressies so shiny and bright,
To fill up the stockings all through the night.
He flies over rooftops so nimble and light
Till dawn, on the horizon,comes into sight.
frederick west said:we come upon the season of good cheer
its the time the family do come near
the time we spend if we have any money
the time of jokes and being funny
the time we say fetsive happiness is here
come one and all santa is here
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Permalink Reply by Dawn on
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Frederick.....
Hey I saw a Gate I chrashed Thru then I saw Pandora nd she said boo Oh I said where is the loo,
she said boooo
Oh im hard of hearing as well as shy sorry,
Dawn....
How are You,
I wanted to say ... "Booo too"
its good to C U here
Im no good at rhyme, but havin a go
Dont know where its leadning, but could be misleading!
Eve,,,,
Words will come, and they will grow,
Into this poem, or my heart will start bleedin'
Dawn...
I just hope this poem has "meaning",
Now, Eve is not sleeping,
Frederick is just leaping,
And,
Rick is a dreaming of ...
Rick...
Frederick,
It's good that your here
with your rhyme
to entertain the Ladies
while I fight crime
because it's easy to see,
between you and me
the Ladies rhymes
are but crimes
Dawn...
Rick you are cheeky and Fred is leeky
Us girls are the best since sliced bread
We aim to please and discourage crime
Its yoo boys that tease,
And give us girls ~emmense unnease,
Chief...
Never to fear
Wagstaff is here
Full of good cheer
M&M Peanuts - n' root beer.
Dawn and Eve
Have come to believe
They're Shelley and Keats n'
Make poetry that's hard to beat.
But squirrels ain't critics
N' really don't know
One from the other
Of them so n' so's
Just hand me some peanuts
N' a bottle of beer (root)
Cause squirrels ain't poets
And don't give a hoot.
Rick...
I have a pet hawk,
his name is coot
squirrels for breakfast
give him a hoot
so Wagstaff beware
it might not seem fair
but he's looking to eat
and considers squirrels a treat
Chief...
Wagstaff ain't worried
He's safe as can be
Here on the Internet n'
Not up a tree.
Hawks are rats
N' stealer's of hats
Pieces of ribbon
N' old ladies cats
Coot ya can't catch me
I'm safe with the Chief
Pass me the peanuts
N' give me no grief.
EVE...
well, I have a Min Pin,
who likes to eat meat
off the bones of mice,
and squirrels, and will win
any fight you give him
for he likes the challenge..
Rick...
[Note to Wagstaff]
I've never seen a hawk so depressed
he hung his head low and then he just left
Rick...
It's not about you going to jail
it's not about we're having a sale
The boat is not leaking
you don't have to bail
but do me a favor
and check your e-mail
Eve...
Well, I have a Min Pin,
who likes to eat meat
off the bones of mice,
and squirrels, and will win
any fight you give him
for he likes the challenge
Dawn...
I Aint no mincer
& I like to eat meat
Veggie's the Word
When U want to Get Heard
Andy...
I laughed when reading this long rhyme
penned by friends never costing a dime
at the weekend party committing no crime
Just them all having a jolly good time
bless them for they do no harm
kissing the blarney, turning on the charm".
Dawn...
Ink mixes with water
The dime is an art
No value required
but just doing art
The party weekend is free and so real
our friendship is marked upon the charm it "sparks"
Eve...
Mr. Wagstaff has gone
he's too clever by half,
No tree does he hide
but he'll have the last laugh,
at all of us here
who will kick up a fuss,
because we are the ones,
Mr. Wagstaff distrusts,
So give him some brittle
or he will do us all harm,
to be sent to the hospital,
for a shot in the arm.
Mountain Man...
Roses are red Violets are blue
I'm not schytzophrenic and neither am I
Pandora...
Have no Fear Pandora is here
Lets go next door and have a beer
If you hear a noise have no worry,
Thats just Rick making Curry
Hes cooking his friend
the little squirrel
I could see him wrigglle wnd wrigglie
Rick is a Lout
lets all shout
Make a Comotion to pass a motion
that this behaviour has to stop
Wagstaff is are friend this has to end
so enough of this pater Ill talk to you later
Angelina...
Thanks for inviting me
I needed a break
The worlds longest poem
Sounds just great.
I came in my paint clothes
Well, not really I must say
I wore a nice sweater
Which is now stained with cobalt turquios and a tinge of grey
So please forgive my appearance
I'll take a long island ice tea
And take a break from painting
Since the relaxing is free
Kiwi Di...
I just came upstairs 'cos it's time for my sleep
Went to turn off the 'puter but first took a peep
At the idrawandpaint site with its "virtual parties"
And what have I found here? some poetic smarties
With a rhyme that I've taken so-o-o-o long to digest
That my bottom's gone numb and I've still had no rest
Anyway, here are a few lines penned from me in "En Zed"
And now, if you don't mind, I'm off to my bed
Rick...
thanks Kiwi D
as you can see
when it comes to poetics
we're as good as can be
Hi Angelina
I'm glad to have seen ya
add to our prose and rhyme
with efforts like yours
this poem will be
the best poem of all time
My ode to my Canadian friends;
Pandora might shout
that Rick is a lout
for cooking squirrel stew
but your a Canuck
so all I just took
was the recipe
from people like you
Eve...
One fine day, in the middle of the night,
Rick and the squrrell, got up to fight,
Back to back, they faced each other,
Drew their knives, and shot each other'
Frederick...
here i am once again writing what started as a whim
can someone pour me me a glass of pimms
we all should watch and see it grow
like a garden grass l to mow
all come in all come back has anyone seen mr black
saw Pandora writing round
but she never made a sound
dancing round this great big site
way off now into the night
Dawn is smiling at the verse
rick is running after the man
who burst on the party with his gran
they jumped into the bar last night
oh gosh they gave me such a fright
this poem will last for days to come
have said enough for my turn is done
have great day everyone
Rick...
Evee Evee the story's not true
t'was not a knife but a gun that I drew
The squirrel was quick but even he knew
that in the end, I'd be eating squirrel stew
Rick...
Mr. West
your just the best
your poetry tried and true
this poem will go on and on
with poets as able as you
Andy...
"I just popped back for a read
it is getting longer indeed
words like squirrel, boo too!
great rhymes from the crew
my friends at this bit of a do".
Rick...
Mountain Man...
Roses are red Violets are blue
I'm not schytzophrenic and neither am I
Rick
My friend Mountain Main
I take pen in hand
to say with paper and ink
I think your both schizophrenic
Dawn..
Where's Mr Wagstaff, our partner in art, I left M&M's as Heeze game
for a laugh,
Now Eve's got him flattered and heeze under control, burying his
sweeties in the mouse~hole.
Mountain Man, head over matters, thinking violets are blue and red
stands for roses what a tadoo, But If Pandora hears this, she'll jump
on Cloud 9, she's partial to flowers and a heartwarming rhyme
Welcome, Angelina, our newest recruit, & up for a party at any excuse.
She has good style, as comes laiden in paint, requests long island tea
~ Now Rick can you advise, the bar has no kettle so can Angelina make
do, with a Gin n Honey.. It looks the same, I dont think artists would
ever complain!
Now Dear Lordy Dave, please be advised, our KiwiDi who stayed up late,
she got stuck in the bar, no drinks on tape, she ate all the smarties,
then Bouncing Rick had to attend to duties & free her behind from the
chair. Riggers Taxis was commended and everything logged,, please find
a note, the cabs been docked ~ the bad news is its out of your wages!
Well Bouncing Rick, you have me on tape, for you see me "smiling".. So
without "enhancement", I have a question, ... "If we were Poets,,
would we know it"???
I see Andy's back, he loves a good Read, Meese thinks Heez~a Poet and
watches the Crew, What we write next, he'll have a good think and
create something better, heeze so art n paint, his talent for the
creatives in words is just great...
Chief...
Now let me see
There's Ol' Kiwi Di....
An Eve N' a Dawn
N' a squirrel to mourn....
Search east and West
In each squirrel's nest...
Look far and wide
Where tree-rats might hide...
For this much is certainly true
You'll never find, no matter the brew
Ol' Wagstaff in Rick's squirrel stew
Dawn..
Chief, you are thinking, I see your report. But something is missing,,
it concerns Wagstaff ~ Youza feedin him M&M's.. Well I put 2 n 2
ensemble, I hope Im not daft and pigeoned a msg in the evening post.
Ive reported to My Knight - those are his initials ~[M.M] and I do
bequest an urgent opinion..cos there's something catchy goin on
Pandora...
Well it bediebeyes for you guys abroad
I just have to sit here and try not to get board
There is no one here , no one at all
I think Ill get dressed and go o the ball
I may even meet someone nice while im there
Ill bring him back here thats only fair
We will party and dance and drink all the wine
Im sure Rick wont mind he will think that is fine
you have to be nice to your friends that you meet
If you dont, they may step on your feet and youll end up crying and
calling for Pete
Whoever Pete is I really know, but it rhymes doesnt it lol
goodnight everyone Ill see you anon
Rick...
Dawn my friend
we are poets and we do know it
It's only the public that's concerned
and wishes to see our poetry burned
Pretty Pandy
I think it's dandy
to see you on this site
Please don't be bored
because I'm aboard
and we'll dance throughout the night.
Chief...
A squirrels delight
In the middle of the Knight
Is a bowl of M&Ms...true.
In his jaws they will melt
And keep this tail svelte,
Till Dawn delivers the blue.
Rick...
The stew was grand
the meat a gem
but it tasted like
M & M's
Frederick...
I saw a crow it chased the squirrel all over the park
the squirrel dived inand out all over theplace until it got rather
dark
then into the light came a fox with might
the muscle ripling of leg and thigh
he said thank you crow for chasing him so
dinner will be fine tuned tonight
Frederick...
the poem it goesw onand on who is now that it does belong
it belongs and it is long
as it should be going strong
have good night all who come
iam off to beddie land
or my poetry will become bland
of no substance it will show
i am here but now \I go
Chief...
The only stew
Rick ever brewed
Was really icky
Twas made of shoes
Of fox and crow
I do not know
But into parks
I will no go.
Pass the peanuts please, this poetry making is very thirsty work.
Wagstaff the Art Squirrel.
Angelina...
Wow, all the words, the rhymes and the songs,
I've been reading and reading - the poem is growing quite long...
BUT...
Strange is true and strange it be,
I swear I can hear you all talking to me...
AND
Even though I've never met any one at this site
You each have a voice as I read with all my might...
SO
Keep on talking and writing and singing
The words are all lovely and quite intriguing...
OH
Did Rick tell you that what you what we've all been eating
Wasn't peanuts or M&Ms at all, he sort of was fleeting...
HMM
Dare should I say, the squirrel stew was great
But the mix of the rats, the crows, the mice make me wonder if it
should be bait...
UGH
Did I hear you all begin to gag and choke
Don't worry though, the fox, the hawk, the cats all escaped and hid in
Dawn's cloak...
SO
The stew it was tastey but not my cup of tea
Next time perhaps Rick will give us the kitchen key...
AND
We'll mix up our own stew and serve it to Rick
Afterwards I know he'll need a toothpick...
AWE
My words are growing too long
I'm so tired, I'd better move on...
THANKS
To you all for such great rhymes
Keep them coming, I'll make more time...
Frederick...
the squirrels and rats all ran for cover
no more stew so dont you bother
if rick wants stew let him eat veggy alone
maybe somewhre he will find a nice bone
drink it down with fresh cider me thinks
although it is aged as its ripe and it stinks
get tha bar key get the kitchen key
lets havea party I hear you all call
hey its a party not one of ricks brawls
now we are tucking into lentils and soup
all those onions still on there roots
carrots with tops sticking out of the pot
what is it now with all ofyou lot
do not hear of knives and of prep
too many drinks in the bar did you get
some of us do not drink anything but juice
oh look out the window its great big moose
doesnt anyone know how venison to cook
into a pot and simmer the rook
oh dear the witching hour is here once again
take off my black hat and begin to stir the pot
poem will wiat no this is your lot
Frederick...
well my friends its by far not th end but a new subject we must now
portray
arno is on e of our best friends
he needs our prayers for strength to defend
so who ever you pray too please ask for strength to be given
so that arno our friend can have more to be driven
he needs us now lets show him we care
we have 10 mins thatwe can spare
Dear Father God strengthen our friend
in the name Of The great spirit we all say Amen
now we all have a mission to show off our art
lets go round and see whrre we start
lets give someone we dont know a good commnet today
or I will come chase you round the site
shouting and shouting until you say that you might
have tiome to give a comment or two
someone came along and did it for you
so go into the all art and pick a page sign a commant of someone of
any age
be kind but truthful for art is a gift
have a good day peolpe
use your keyboard to give hope and not for the thrift
Rick....
I make stew out of moose
and stew out of goose
but never cats and rats
My stew is just great
I know you can't wait
to try my squirrel stew
Frederick...
rick is back without veggie stew
soon he will in his stew maybe me maybe you
but now i have to run to art
oh too muchstew itmakes me ....
heheheheheheh
Pandora,,
im tired of this stew talk' lets change the topic
Its a beautiful night the moons shining bright
we should all take a walk then we can talk of other thng than stew
what say you
Pandora,,,
well what do you know I was too quick
the comment button I hit quite by accident
now i have to finish my poem we were taking a walk
and trying to talk , the moon is still bright
Lets all go to Kent Its a nice place to live
its in England you know we will go to a show
we will tour the art gallery and find some delight
and may be a fight, its time to go home now
so ill see you tomorrow Ill leave with much sorrow
Love Pandora
Chief,,,
Rick's Stew Recipe (with apologies to )
William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
from Macbeth
A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron boiling. Thunder.
Enter the three Witches.
1 WITCH. (Rick) Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
2 WITCH. Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin'd.
3 WITCH. Harpier cries:—'tis time! 'tis time!
1 WITCH. Round about the caldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.—
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
2 WITCH. Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
3 WITCH. Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf;
Witches' mummy; maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock digg'd i the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,—
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingrediants of our caldron.
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
2 WITCH. Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
Rick.....burp.....pass the Alka-Seltzer please.
Frederick...
The sun rose in the sky above,
The birds moved wings and looked for grubs.
The animals moved inside their dens,
The day had arrived once again.
Some were lazy, been out all night.
Some were licking, they had had a fight.
Some got up, new dawn began.
Time to go fishing, also they swam.
Bears went fishing, salmon were afraid.
Other bears went to look at different fair trade.
'Honey monsters' we call them and bees hum around,
The bears getting salmon,
Did not move or make sound.
Some birds flew over and started to squawk.
Some birds were resting, chirping in talk.
The bear got his breakfast and went with salmon in tow.
The sun rose higher, midday was aglow.
They all went round and got on with each others pace.
The salmon was cut and the cubs had a race.
Splashing in water, minnows they caught.
Some day they would catch salmon, they thought.
The sun was setting, the animals rest,
They had been about and done their best.
The night owls came forth into a deepening sky,
As all the animals waved the sun good bye.
Another night had come upon,
Only few hours nothing long.
Then would come sun rise,
And day would begin,
When animals rise and do their own thing.
Angelina...
Well, I'm not in England
Have never been
So you'll have to describe
The galleries you're in
I can take you here
For a walk on the Shore
Of a stormy Pacific Ocean
Where there were hundreds of brown pelicans or more
The galleries here are full of photos
Of oceans and bays and sea life too
They intrigue me completely
By tons of artist, none I knew
The gift shops are crazy
With all kinds of cheap gifts
But it still fun to roam through
If you get my drift
The antiques are incredible
There's so many shops
To get from one to another
One only has to hop
The craft rental spaces
Are certainly fun to roam through
Space after space
The artist and crafters share the souls with you
The storm here was a beauty
There's nothing like a cold ocean rain
It falls in huge drops
And covers you completely time and time again
The sunset, oh it was awesome
Inspiring, peaceful, and calm
It gives the soul rest
When life needs a good balm
So walk with me
Here on the Pacific Shore
In the rain soaked Oregon
To gather some seashells and walk through some stores
Tell me about England
And all the grand things
Describe for me the galleries
And what their artists and crafters bring.
Frederick...
the shoreline stands with rocks abound
you cannot hear a single sound
all you haer is noise of sea
oh look there goes a bumble bee
we move round shore and see a crab
someone comes and makes grab
the swirl of the water salty to taste
makes the crab runaway with haste
the water is shallow not too deep
is this enough to give you a peep
Dawn...
The Children Came
They did not creep
Instead they shouted and screamed
A child did sneeze and dropped his bucket
thats why the crab got free
Frederick...
the sea rolled on and did not stop put your towel onto a rock and then
run wild across the sand fall leave imprint oif your hand
sea rolls in hand imprint gone
look in air a pair of swans
your looka dn see the wind roll by
take your towel and wave goodbye
Carrie...
Never mind what you wear,
Or if there's paint in your hair,
Because the artist in you -
Might create a stare.
The paint left under your nails,
That tell-tale sign that never fails,
To show the world -
That art prevails!!
Chief...
Don't have clothes
So paint in the nude
But licking it off
Is mighty crude.
The Chief paints in
A polka dot hat
Slinging around
Me and the cat.
I don't mind
The cat sure do
She doesn't like
The swabs shampoo
Pandora...
I woke up this morning and saw the snow
I said Oh No! , and I must go to my job today
Id rather not Id rather stay right here in bed
were its nice and warm.,but I have friends out there
who need me. so I jumped out of bed, and took my shower
had my breakfast
and looked at the hour
Its time to go,but i thougnt Oh No
First I must check on my artist friends
and see their work whist I was a sleep
The first one I saw, my heart did a leap
It was of President Obama. this one Ill keep
I put it in my favorites file
were I can view it , again and again
this leader of men, Thank you Murphy for this wonderful work
now I must go I mustnt shirk
.I must notfall
My love to you All
Love pandora
Frederick...
she runs to work and does not shirk
smelling clean and perfume to boot
made of some brand new root
she smiles at her job and earns her money
somebody goes by and says hello my honey
she looks to see who it is
and goes back round and is a whizz
wil have to go home and start a quiz
will have to go back and see if anyone replied
and she wilsee this here and that will be no surprise
staysafe pandora and be at peace
see you soon in other groups and art
then another poem will start
Dawn...
Carrie doesnt mind if you spoil your clothes
a tell tale sign of paint on the nose
splashes of colour and art up the walls
I never use henna, but now what a thought
my bristels extended, dont carry a comb
I look in the mirror and Oh what a shock,
Ive been to the supermarket looking like rot
I bumped into Chief
and noticed his hat
I darent pay attention to his polka dot cat
Well, I met Pandora, she loves a good chat
but the clock was ticking,
And Can Only Guess
She was rummaging her handbag and pulled out a file
"Was it the President or was it her Smile?"
She mentioned Obama and one of her friends
I cant wait till Morning & tell all my friends
But then came by Frederick,, and what a tadoo
he was sniffing her perfume and greeted her, "Honey"?
I shot in the background not making a sound
and peered as they spoke of hints of a quiz..
no mention of money, no sign I could tell
but witnessed a motive of good farewell
Frederick ....
he saw her hiding behind the wall
got out of his pocket the tennis ball
he threw it at dawn and said do not peek
its only her friendship that i do seek
I can chat and I can talk
not like you behind wall does stalk
so I like her perfume and i like her smile
maybe will walk another 500 miles
just to see one of her smiles
who do we talk i hear you say
that is a story for another sunny day
Dawn...
I may stalk and I may ponder,
But I wonder whether Pandora is a wonder
For you have the magic and wonderful verse
And sweeping Pandora under your spell
I have no technician, the cameras dont work
Just make sure you bring her home from your walk
Frederick...
oh youare the dawn of light
would walk with you through out the night
to see such wonder as your smile
makes me walk another mile
see the stars so shining bright
all thru this wondereous balmy night
we walk and talk and see such things
the dawn of time has gone again
sun is s rising on horizon
look pandora coming with some coffee
smiling that she bought some toffee
did we enjoy the walk said she
oh said I it was the place to be
Frederick...
pandy comea and pandy cheers
who is that coming up the rear
oh its rick with some wierd stew
he has bowls for me and you
pandy smies and throws a whim
lets all get rick and put him in
let the squirrel free to roam
lets boil rick before we go home
dawna and panda laugh like mad
poor old rick does look sad
lets havea picnic in the woods
what shallwe eat with in our tums
lovely food and drink to come
yummy yummy in freds tummy
doughnuts and cream and and maybe some bream
panda is off to get some drinks
iam off to get the scoff
dawn is coming to lay the table
she bought a friend her name is mable
now we all chat and laugh and joke
rick ranaway
didnt get the joke
Pandora...
Pandora said where did you go?
you shouldnt be walking this late at night
Its dangerous out there you gave me a fright
I brought you a drink and some toffee to eat
there are wild dogs and animals that would love to eat you
Lets all go back home and eat Ricks Stew,
They know whats in it so they will stay far away
They want to live for another day
Come home with me Fred and bring your friend
well stay nice and warm, so this poem can end
Dawn...
Our Dear Frederick, you ooze such poetic magic
for I am Dawn of the Morn,, I do not go by night
I wake up by tickle of the feathers,, those cockerels call to my song,, just before 5 0clock,, ding dong!!! If I was walking with thee and the stars,, I must been a havin alota cafeene,, and when you swapped me for Pandora n her homemade tofees, I smelt something funny and got on the blower to Rick..
Now he told me he likes to make Cream and,, Frederick, you fell for his cookeen!.. & I have to tell you, you wouldnt dream,, for you eat his Reno donut Cream, Heeza connoseur & our security chief,, and he tells me yooze n Pandora think meeze the weakest link.. and so Im not bringin Mable Again to your Table.. Mable is able though quite unable to laugh n joke, If there is one thing missing in the ink it is Frederick and the cream.. for Mable is a furry friend and acts as a good sniffer..
Frederick.. oops just replied above before your below came in
Frederick...
so fred and pandora went home
eat stew and ]knawed ona bone
she said its time you went home
he went to the door and the rain it did pour
so pandora being kind said havea cover of mine
and saty on the sofa and sleep for the night
fred siad its so wet that sounds about right
she said do not snore it will frighten me more
and he turned on the sofa and fell on the floor
saw pandora standing in the door
hands on hips she said did you trip
and he laughed right down to his core
Dawn...
Pandora phoned me,, I got worried and alerted her neighbour
Heeze a Guy and knocked on the Door
She had her hands on her hips to block out the neighbour,
and when she turned Frederick got a shock
he pulled himself together, up off the floor, and hurried to the door, and saw the big man and fled.
Now Frederick,, you were not meant to be so startled, just a neighbourly guy popping by.. Pandora hopes you visit soon
and I'll just sit here and cry
I dont get a mention, only if the clock strikes dawn, so sample a piece of cake,, waiting my friend,, always here to help, never a dull moment with my sniffer of a hanky and wonderful friends, lets hope U make up and send gifts of flowers, Pandora is a one for receiving the best
Now Ive made my suggestion to my interflower friends
Frederick...
Dawn is the friend everyone wants
she smiles at you purposeful and it goes beyond the screen
in dawn there is no such thing as mean
she is the constalation that all us stars go by in this group
she is the friend that evry body wants to scoop
her friendly face greets all by night
in this group dawn is sucha heavenly sight
so staysafe our leader and our friend
this little poem to you has come to an end
frederick west said:
the mole ...fred west 2007 ©
I live beneath the soil you know usually under a tree
I go about my business but have bad eyesight you see
I move off at dusk each day and start a tunnel here
men move above me usually with a spear
but I will now start tunnelling 100 yards a day
can you as man tunnel so fast just using two of your hands?
I tunnel very quickly but very neat and tidy too
you can see the way I got on top
as the grass pushes up in the dew
my little tunnels all below your lawn I do not do it to annoy
I just do it to get my dinner and cause I am a boy
all the worms that fall in my tunnel will be eaten along the track
and if I miss a few well ill eat them on the way back
It isn’t a race among us to see who can dig the most
but some times I do come across the one who lives near the post
Why he doesn’t live under a tree is something I will never know
there is so much more security on things that have orders not to go
well I can s top round and talk so much have only gone 50 yards
another fifty to go now and all the worms in the earth
will fall into my little tunnel and make muscle on my paws
I am but one little mole you know how many are there in your garden
do you know or do you care
do you see the little tunnels
what they are therefore what they do
they are my supermarket I build one every day
a different one is good for me to go to very way
it makes me more alert and then
Ill stay here just one more day
Caroline...
I love it that,
You all are here,
It fills my heart
With warmth and cheer.
I love this site,
Of that I'm sure'
And now I love it even more,
Cause I can party
Through the night
Though I'll be in the morning
A terrible sight.
Too tired for a bath
I'll just have to laugh
To see my hair of blue
My hands are red
My nails are black
My face a greenish hue
But I have had such fun you know
To join this happy throng.
And write the longest ever poem,
I could break into song!!
Frederick...
caroline wants to party all night
i cannot but that is alright
we party way into our night
and we are then so sucha sight
party hats and drinks all over
food for thought and never over
lots of art work to percieve
lots of complimnets to re weave
use the site to say well done
its alovely big red bun
another a flower of delight
and another a perfect night
what ever the picture encourage away
all thru monday and every day
until weekend comes and the party begins
yippeeee open cans and lets get going
another week is here for all
if you need help
well just callllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
Frederick...
we come upon the season of good cheer
its the time the family do come near
the time we spend if we have any money
the time of jokes and being funny
the time we say fetsive happiness is here
come one and all santa is here
frederick west said:we come upon the season of good cheer
its the time the family do come near
the time we spend if we have any money
the time of jokes and being funny
the time we say fetsive happiness is here
come one and all santa is here
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Frederick.....
Hey I saw a Gate I chrashed Thru then I saw Pandora nd she said boo Oh I said where is the loo,
she said boooo
Oh im hard of hearing as well as shy sorry,
Dawn....
How are You,
I wanted to say ... "Booo too"
its good to C U here
Im no good at rhyme, but havin a go
Dont know where its leadning, but could be misleading!
Eve,,,,
Words will come, and they will grow,
Into this poem, or my heart will start bleedin'
Dawn...
I just hope this poem has "meaning",
Now, Eve is not sleeping,
Frederick is just leaping,
And,
Rick is a dreaming of ...
Rick...
Frederick,
It's good that your here
with your rhyme
to entertain the Ladies
while I fight crime
because it's easy to see,
between you and me
the Ladies rhymes
are but crimes
Dawn...
Rick you are cheeky and Fred is leeky
Us girls are the best since sliced bread
We aim to please and discourage crime
Its yoo boys that tease,
And give us girls ~emmense unnease,
Chief...
Never to fear
Wagstaff is here
Full of good cheer
M&M Peanuts - n' root beer.
Dawn and Eve
Have come to believe
They're Shelley and Keats n'
Make poetry that's hard to beat.
But squirrels ain't critics
N' really don't know
One from the other
Of them so n' so's
Just hand me some peanuts
N' a bottle of beer (root)
Cause squirrels ain't poets
And don't give a hoot.
Rick...
I have a pet hawk,
his name is coot
squirrels for breakfast
give him a hoot
so Wagstaff beware
it might not seem fair
but he's looking to eat
and considers squirrels a treat
Chief...
Wagstaff ain't worried
He's safe as can be
Here on the Internet n'
Not up a tree.
Hawks are rats
N' stealer's of hats
Pieces of ribbon
N' old ladies cats
Coot ya can't catch me
I'm safe with the Chief
Pass me the peanuts
N' give me no grief.
EVE...
well, I have a Min Pin,
who likes to eat meat
off the bones of mice,
and squirrels, and will win
any fight you give him
for he likes the challenge..
Rick...
[Note to Wagstaff]
I've never seen a hawk so depressed
he hung his head low and then he just left
Rick...
It's not about you going to jail
it's not about we're having a sale
The boat is not leaking
you don't have to bail
but do me a favor
and check your e-mail
Eve...
Well, I have a Min Pin,
who likes to eat meat
off the bones of mice,
and squirrels, and will win
any fight you give him
for he likes the challenge
Dawn...
I Aint no mincer
& I like to eat meat
Veggie's the Word
When U want to Get Heard
Andy...
I laughed when reading this long rhyme
penned by friends never costing a dime
at the weekend party committing no crime
Just them all having a jolly good time
bless them for they do no harm
kissing the blarney, turning on the charm".
Dawn...
Ink mixes with water
The dime is an art
No value required
but just doing art
The party weekend is free and so real
our friendship is marked upon the charm it "sparks"
Eve...
Mr. Wagstaff has gone
he's too clever by half,
No tree does he hide
but he'll have the last laugh,
at all of us here
who will kick up a fuss,
because we are the ones,
Mr. Wagstaff distrusts,
So give him some brittle
or he will do us all harm,
to be sent to the hospital,
for a shot in the arm.
Mountain Man...
Roses are red Violets are blue
I'm not schytzophrenic and neither am I
Pandora...
Have no Fear Pandora is here
Lets go next door and have a beer
If you hear a noise have no worry,
Thats just Rick making Curry
Hes cooking his friend
the little squirrel
I could see him wrigglle wnd wrigglie
Rick is a Lout
lets all shout
Make a Comotion to pass a motion
that this behaviour has to stop
Wagstaff is are friend this has to end
so enough of this pater Ill talk to you later
Angelina...
Thanks for inviting me
I needed a break
The worlds longest poem
Sounds just great.
I came in my paint clothes
Well, not really I must say
I wore a nice sweater
Which is now stained with cobalt turquios and a tinge of grey
So please forgive my appearance
I'll take a long island ice tea
And take a break from painting
Since the relaxing is free
Kiwi Di...
I just came upstairs 'cos it's time for my sleep
Went to turn off the 'puter but first took a peep
At the idrawandpaint site with its "virtual parties"
And what have I found here? some poetic smarties
With a rhyme that I've taken so-o-o-o long to digest
That my bottom's gone numb and I've still had no rest
Anyway, here are a few lines penned from me in "En Zed"
And now, if you don't mind, I'm off to my bed
Rick...
thanks Kiwi D
as you can see
when it comes to poetics
we're as good as can be
Hi Angelina
I'm glad to have seen ya
add to our prose and rhyme
with efforts like yours
this poem will be
the best poem of all time
My ode to my Canadian friends;
Pandora might shout
that Rick is a lout
for cooking squirrel stew
but your a Canuck
so all I just took
was the recipe
from people like you
Eve...
One fine day, in the middle of the night,
Rick and the squrrell, got up to fight,
Back to back, they faced each other,
Drew their knives, and shot each other'
Frederick...
here i am once again writing what started as a whim
can someone pour me me a glass of pimms
we all should watch and see it grow
like a garden grass l to mow
all come in all come back has anyone seen mr black
saw Pandora writing round
but she never made a sound
dancing round this great big site
way off now into the night
Dawn is smiling at the verse
rick is running after the man
who burst on the party with his gran
they jumped into the bar last night
oh gosh they gave me such a fright
this poem will last for days to come
have said enough for my turn is done
have great day everyone
Rick...
Evee Evee the story's not true
t'was not a knife but a gun that I drew
The squirrel was quick but even he knew
that in the end, I'd be eating squirrel stew
Rick...
Mr. West
your just the best
your poetry tried and true
this poem will go on and on
with poets as able as you
Andy...
"I just popped back for a read
it is getting longer indeed
words like squirrel, boo too!
great rhymes from the crew
my friends at this bit of a do".
Rick...
Mountain Man...
Roses are red Violets are blue
I'm not schytzophrenic and neither am I
Rick
My friend Mountain Main
I take pen in hand
to say with paper and ink
I think your both schizophrenic
Dawn..
Where's Mr Wagstaff, our partner in art, I left M&M's as Heeze game
for a laugh,
Now Eve's got him flattered and heeze under control, burying his
sweeties in the mouse~hole.
Mountain Man, head over matters, thinking violets are blue and red
stands for roses what a tadoo, But If Pandora hears this, she'll jump
on Cloud 9, she's partial to flowers and a heartwarming rhyme
Welcome, Angelina, our newest recruit, & up for a party at any excuse.
She has good style, as comes laiden in paint, requests long island tea
~ Now Rick can you advise, the bar has no kettle so can Angelina make
do, with a Gin n Honey.. It looks the same, I dont think artists would
ever complain!
Now Dear Lordy Dave, please be advised, our KiwiDi who stayed up late,
she got stuck in the bar, no drinks on tape, she ate all the smarties,
then Bouncing Rick had to attend to duties & free her behind from the
chair. Riggers Taxis was commended and everything logged,, please find
a note, the cabs been docked ~ the bad news is its out of your wages!
Well Bouncing Rick, you have me on tape, for you see me "smiling".. So
without "enhancement", I have a question, ... "If we were Poets,,
would we know it"???
I see Andy's back, he loves a good Read, Meese thinks Heez~a Poet and
watches the Crew, What we write next, he'll have a good think and
create something better, heeze so art n paint, his talent for the
creatives in words is just great...
Chief...
Now let me see
There's Ol' Kiwi Di....
An Eve N' a Dawn
N' a squirrel to mourn....
Search east and West
In each squirrel's nest...
Look far and wide
Where tree-rats might hide...
For this much is certainly true
You'll never find, no matter the brew
Ol' Wagstaff in Rick's squirrel stew
Dawn..
Chief, you are thinking, I see your report. But something is missing,,
it concerns Wagstaff ~ Youza feedin him M&M's.. Well I put 2 n 2
ensemble, I hope Im not daft and pigeoned a msg in the evening post.
Ive reported to My Knight - those are his initials ~[M.M] and I do
bequest an urgent opinion..cos there's something catchy goin on
Pandora...
Well it bediebeyes for you guys abroad
I just have to sit here and try not to get board
There is no one here , no one at all
I think Ill get dressed and go o the ball
I may even meet someone nice while im there
Ill bring him back here thats only fair
We will party and dance and drink all the wine
Im sure Rick wont mind he will think that is fine
you have to be nice to your friends that you meet
If you dont, they may step on your feet and youll end up crying and
calling for Pete
Whoever Pete is I really know, but it rhymes doesnt it lol
goodnight everyone Ill see you anon
Rick...
Dawn my friend
we are poets and we do know it
It's only the public that's concerned
and wishes to see our poetry burned
Pretty Pandy
I think it's dandy
to see you on this site
Please don't be bored
because I'm aboard
and we'll dance throughout the night.
Chief...
A squirrels delight
In the middle of the Knight
Is a bowl of M&Ms...true.
In his jaws they will melt
And keep this tail svelte,
Till Dawn delivers the blue.
Rick...
The stew was grand
the meat a gem
but it tasted like
M & M's
Frederick...
I saw a crow it chased the squirrel all over the park
the squirrel dived inand out all over theplace until it got rather
dark
then into the light came a fox with might
the muscle ripling of leg and thigh
he said thank you crow for chasing him so
dinner will be fine tuned tonight
Frederick...
the poem it goesw onand on who is now that it does belong
it belongs and it is long
as it should be going strong
have good night all who come
iam off to beddie land
or my poetry will become bland
of no substance it will show
i am here but now \I go
Chief...
The only stew
Rick ever brewed
Was really icky
Twas made of shoes
Of fox and crow
I do not know
But into parks
I will no go.
Pass the peanuts please, this poetry making is very thirsty work.
Wagstaff the Art Squirrel.
Angelina...
Wow, all the words, the rhymes and the songs,
I've been reading and reading - the poem is growing quite long...
BUT...
Strange is true and strange it be,
I swear I can hear you all talking to me...
AND
Even though I've never met any one at this site
You each have a voice as I read with all my might...
SO
Keep on talking and writing and singing
The words are all lovely and quite intriguing...
OH
Did Rick tell you that what you what we've all been eating
Wasn't peanuts or M&Ms at all, he sort of was fleeting...
HMM
Dare should I say, the squirrel stew was great
But the mix of the rats, the crows, the mice make me wonder if it
should be bait...
UGH
Did I hear you all begin to gag and choke
Don't worry though, the fox, the hawk, the cats all escaped and hid in
Dawn's cloak...
SO
The stew it was tastey but not my cup of tea
Next time perhaps Rick will give us the kitchen key...
AND
We'll mix up our own stew and serve it to Rick
Afterwards I know he'll need a toothpick...
AWE
My words are growing too long
I'm so tired, I'd better move on...
THANKS
To you all for such great rhymes
Keep them coming, I'll make more time...
Frederick...
the squirrels and rats all ran for cover
no more stew so dont you bother
if rick wants stew let him eat veggy alone
maybe somewhre he will find a nice bone
drink it down with fresh cider me thinks
although it is aged as its ripe and it stinks
get tha bar key get the kitchen key
lets havea party I hear you all call
hey its a party not one of ricks brawls
now we are tucking into lentils and soup
all those onions still on there roots
carrots with tops sticking out of the pot
what is it now with all ofyou lot
do not hear of knives and of prep
too many drinks in the bar did you get
some of us do not drink anything but juice
oh look out the window its great big moose
doesnt anyone know how venison to cook
into a pot and simmer the rook
oh dear the witching hour is here once again
take off my black hat and begin to stir the pot
poem will wiat no this is your lot
Frederick...
well my friends its by far not th end but a new subject we must now
portray
arno is on e of our best friends
he needs our prayers for strength to defend
so who ever you pray too please ask for strength to be given
so that arno our friend can have more to be driven
he needs us now lets show him we care
we have 10 mins thatwe can spare
Dear Father God strengthen our friend
in the name Of The great spirit we all say Amen
now we all have a mission to show off our art
lets go round and see whrre we start
lets give someone we dont know a good commnet today
or I will come chase you round the site
shouting and shouting until you say that you might
have tiome to give a comment or two
someone came along and did it for you
so go into the all art and pick a page sign a commant of someone of
any age
be kind but truthful for art is a gift
have a good day peolpe
use your keyboard to give hope and not for the thrift
Rick....
I make stew out of moose
and stew out of goose
but never cats and rats
My stew is just great
I know you can't wait
to try my squirrel stew
Frederick...
rick is back without veggie stew
soon he will in his stew maybe me maybe you
but now i have to run to art
oh too muchstew itmakes me ....
heheheheheheh
Pandora,,
im tired of this stew talk' lets change the topic
Its a beautiful night the moons shining bright
we should all take a walk then we can talk of other thng than stew
what say you
Pandora,,,
well what do you know I was too quick
the comment button I hit quite by accident
now i have to finish my poem we were taking a walk
and trying to talk , the moon is still bright
Lets all go to Kent Its a nice place to live
its in England you know we will go to a show
we will tour the art gallery and find some delight
and may be a fight, its time to go home now
so ill see you tomorrow Ill leave with much sorrow
Love Pandora
Chief,,,
Rick's Stew Recipe (with apologies to )
William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
from Macbeth
A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron boiling. Thunder.
Enter the three Witches.
1 WITCH. (Rick) Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
2 WITCH. Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin'd.
3 WITCH. Harpier cries:—'tis time! 'tis time!
1 WITCH. Round about the caldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.—
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
2 WITCH. Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
3 WITCH. Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf;
Witches' mummy; maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock digg'd i the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,—
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingrediants of our caldron.
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
2 WITCH. Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
Rick.....burp.....pass the Alka-Seltzer please.
Frederick...
The sun rose in the sky above,
The birds moved wings and looked for grubs.
The animals moved inside their dens,
The day had arrived once again.
Some were lazy, been out all night.
Some were licking, they had had a fight.
Some got up, new dawn began.
Time to go fishing, also they swam.
Bears went fishing, salmon were afraid.
Other bears went to look at different fair trade.
'Honey monsters' we call them and bees hum around,
The bears getting salmon,
Did not move or make sound.
Some birds flew over and started to squawk.
Some birds were resting, chirping in talk.
The bear got his breakfast and went with salmon in tow.
The sun rose higher, midday was aglow.
They all went round and got on with each others pace.
The salmon was cut and the cubs had a race.
Splashing in water, minnows they caught.
Some day they would catch salmon, they thought.
The sun was setting, the animals rest,
They had been about and done their best.
The night owls came forth into a deepening sky,
As all the animals waved the sun good bye.
Another night had come upon,
Only few hours nothing long.
Then would come sun rise,
And day would begin,
When animals rise and do their own thing.
Angelina...
Well, I'm not in England
Have never been
So you'll have to describe
The galleries you're in
I can take you here
For a walk on the Shore
Of a stormy Pacific Ocean
Where there were hundreds of brown pelicans or more
The galleries here are full of photos
Of oceans and bays and sea life too
They intrigue me completely
By tons of artist, none I knew
The gift shops are crazy
With all kinds of cheap gifts
But it still fun to roam through
If you get my drift
The antiques are incredible
There's so many shops
To get from one to another
One only has to hop
The craft rental spaces
Are certainly fun to roam through
Space after space
The artist and crafters share the souls with you
The storm here was a beauty
There's nothing like a cold ocean rain
It falls in huge drops
And covers you completely time and time again
The sunset, oh it was awesome
Inspiring, peaceful, and calm
It gives the soul rest
When life needs a good balm
So walk with me
Here on the Pacific Shore
In the rain soaked Oregon
To gather some seashells and walk through some stores
Tell me about England
And all the grand things
Describe for me the galleries
And what their artists and crafters bring.
Frederick...
the shoreline stands with rocks abound
you cannot hear a single sound
all you haer is noise of sea
oh look there goes a bumble bee
we move round shore and see a crab
someone comes and makes grab
the swirl of the water salty to taste
makes the crab runaway with haste
the water is shallow not too deep
is this enough to give you a peep
Dawn...
The Children Came
They did not creep
Instead they shouted and screamed
A child did sneeze and dropped his bucket
thats why the crab got free
Frederick...
the sea rolled on and did not stop put your towel onto a rock and then
run wild across the sand fall leave imprint oif your hand
sea rolls in hand imprint gone
look in air a pair of swans
your looka dn see the wind roll by
take your towel and wave goodbye
Carrie...
Never mind what you wear,
Or if there's paint in your hair,
Because the artist in you -
Might create a stare.
The paint left under your nails,
That tell-tale sign that never fails,
To show the world -
That art prevails!!
Chief...
Don't have clothes
So paint in the nude
But licking it off
Is mighty crude.
The Chief paints in
A polka dot hat
Slinging around
Me and the cat.
I don't mind
The cat sure do
She doesn't like
The swabs shampoo
Pandora...
I woke up this morning and saw the snow
I said Oh No! , and I must go to my job today
Id rather not Id rather stay right here in bed
were its nice and warm.,but I have friends out there
who need me. so I jumped out of bed, and took my shower
had my breakfast
and looked at the hour
Its time to go,but i thougnt Oh No
First I must check on my artist friends
and see their work whist I was a sleep
The first one I saw, my heart did a leap
It was of President Obama. this one Ill keep
I put it in my favorites file
were I can view it , again and again
this leader of men, Thank you Murphy for this wonderful work
now I must go I mustnt shirk
.I must notfall
My love to you All
Love pandora
Frederick...
she runs to work and does not shirk
smelling clean and perfume to boot
made of some brand new root
she smiles at her job and earns her money
somebody goes by and says hello my honey
she looks to see who it is
and goes back round and is a whizz
wil have to go home and start a quiz
will have to go back and see if anyone replied
and she wilsee this here and that will be no surprise
staysafe pandora and be at peace
see you soon in other groups and art
then another poem will start
Dawn...
Carrie doesnt mind if you spoil your clothes
a tell tale sign of paint on the nose
splashes of colour and art up the walls
I never use henna, but now what a thought
my bristels extended, dont carry a comb
I look in the mirror and Oh what a shock,
Ive been to the supermarket looking like rot
I bumped into Chief
and noticed his hat
I darent pay attention to his polka dot cat
Well, I met Pandora, she loves a good chat
but the clock was ticking,
And Can Only Guess
She was rummaging her handbag and pulled out a file
"Was it the President or was it her Smile?"
She mentioned Obama and one of her friends
I cant wait till Morning & tell all my friends
But then came by Frederick,, and what a tadoo
he was sniffing her perfume and greeted her, "Honey"?
I shot in the background not making a sound
and peered as they spoke of hints of a quiz..
no mention of money, no sign I could tell
but witnessed a motive of good farewell
Frederick ....
he saw her hiding behind the wall
got out of his pocket the tennis ball
he threw it at dawn and said do not peek
its only her friendship that i do seek
I can chat and I can talk
not like you behind wall does stalk
so I like her perfume and i like her smile
maybe will walk another 500 miles
just to see one of her smiles
who do we talk i hear you say
that is a story for another sunny day
Dawn...
I may stalk and I may ponder,
But I wonder whether Pandora is a wonder
For you have the magic and wonderful verse
And sweeping Pandora under your spell
I have no technician, the cameras dont work
Just make sure you bring her home from your walk
Frederick...
oh youare the dawn of light
would walk with you through out the night
to see such wonder as your smile
makes me walk another mile
see the stars so shining bright
all thru this wondereous balmy night
we walk and talk and see such things
the dawn of time has gone again
sun is s rising on horizon