Sunny day golden locks
Friends till the end or in hock
Cheery jewels and holly socks
Entertain us with your verse
Until they take us away in a hearse
Poetess the mostest and a lovely hostess
Holiday with a snowflake princess
Thank you for my lovely cheering wishes
Surprised me into a better day!!
Edmund Clerihew Bentley,
practiced his craft so intently.
This clever creation still echoes in halls,
outlasting his pricey education at St. Paul’s.
When I read the WIKI'd the 411 on Bentley, I as enthralled. His "HEW" on Sir James Dewar is a classic.
You scared me with the owl thing,
I wet myself and cried.
You supported me as Weebleking;
I'm glad you're on my side.
When the English man was in my head,
You did not scream and flee.
You grabbed him by his whiskered lip,
And stayed right here with me.
I told you of the mystery men,
Who always follow me;
You did not scoff and mock my words,
You offered sympathy.
And when I dubbed you Willowart,
You did not blow a fuse;
You took it all in gracious stride,
And proclaimed it happy news.
The kind of friend you've been to me,
I could not hope for more.
You've stuck with me through waves and troughs;
Past every rocky shore.
For years I've never given thanks,
Which was definitely rude.
So here today I send you this,
To show my gratitude!
I hope you've liked the trip so far,
Following my wandering brain,
I'll let you rest here for a bit,
Then off we'll go again.
They say if you post poems,
to put your name below 'em,
for praise or for blame
or just to show 'em...
that you had time to waste
on something so sans taste.
Not all of them are that way,
just this one here, for today.
This is not an Ode,
I didn't go down that road.
I have no story to tell,
I'm just ringing my bell.
But you know, I still had fun,
my thanks to all of you,
keep writing ... gotta run.
I do not know?
Today is Thanksgiving, what are you thankful for?
I'm thankful for my health, my cats and more.
When we think of stuff to be thankful for, it makes us happier instead of sadder.
Don't eat too much turkey or you'll get fatter.
You are my best friend,
Until the very end.
We acted liked cake and ice cream,
So thick and so thin.
In Autumn, we played together,
Until the leaves off the tree began to decay.
We also keep in touch. And our houses weren't far away.
We both went to same school and classes,
But our love for our classmates never lasted.
No one can come between you and me.
Because we are friends until infinity.
Nothing can separate me from your love you showed.
Now, that you aren't here,
There are debts that I must owe.
Just wish that the good times were still here,
And we can still laugh and spread some cheer
I once remember the
Librarian in my college
Meticulous ,and savvy
His love for knowledge
Knows no bound.
I once remember the
Librarian in my University
A man with a large heart for others
His glasses perking on his nose
His Professorial “penkelemesi” like
Grey hair connotes love for research.
I cannot but ask which librarian is this?
I cannot but query the insidious sudden
Love of this Huckster for knowledge
I cannot but be surprised at his hubbub
Declaration for his Library launch.
Oh ye people of our land!
Lets all give ovation du applaud to
Our land’s new Librarian.
The very one who rakes in seven
Of a billion cowries in a hurry
In the all looters Library launch.
The very one whose hatred for education
Towers so high and hit all towers of ivory.
The very atrocious leader of the ruling bandit
Whose avidity for money stares us in the face.
The very leading African Chimera whose
Chicanery we cannot measure
Has now suddenly fall in love with knowledge.
The very blood brother of “Haruna”on our campus
Who votes irritating meager resources for education
He is now our own celebrated Librarian.
The very illiterate Mechanic whose
Baleful gaze alone destroys our land’s Library
He is now our dreadful Librarian.
Sorry ,we know our Librarians
Our Libraries , we are acquainted with
Our Libraries are of obsolete materials
Ours is of more archaic facilities
With books and non books available
Two moons ago still branded new editions
This is our own Libraries.
Let the new Librarian disburse the seven
Of a billion cowries to our Libraries
Let him pump cowries into our education
Let their be more modern Libraries in our land
For is it of a nation that values knowledge
That gets the best of knowledge today and morrow .
Alayande Stephen .T
16th April, 2006
For Mr President 's special Library launch.
Eye eat meat eye eat a lot of that stiffens mostly fish though sometimes beef and
others even mutton but very seldom and they always say you are just what you
Eye eat meat not rare not always not cooked not always medium not always
done clear threw not always well not always sweet to such an one as eye. Eye
have seen people playing in the mud and eating mud pies and yes we are the
clay when life is done but can we eat most anything made underneath the moon
of GODS own SON. Everything is lawful oh LORD what have eye done by eating
meat have eye made my vegetarian go astray or can she understand me as eye
am just having repast past my teeth please meat is fun.
Please and thank you fish please and thank you cow please and thank you
veggies anyhow please and thank you Jesus for every cow and fish and nothing
that we eat much matters in the end.