Famous Loo Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Loo poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous loo poems. These examples illustrate what a famous loo poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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...de," quoth Gawayn, "that gere, as I trowe,
Is ryched at the reuerence me, renk, to mete
bi rote.
Let God worche! 'We loo'--
Hit helppez me not a mote.
My lif thaygh I forgoo,
Drede dotz me no lote."
Thenne the knyyght con calle ful hyyghe:
"Who stiyghtlez in this sted me steuen to holde?
For now is gode Gawayn goande ryyght here.
If any wyyghe oyght wyl, wynne hider fast,
Other now other neuer, his nedez to spede."
"Abyde," quoth on on the bonke abouen ouer his he...Read more of this...
by
Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...letter that he wrote,
Sure it got the Labor goat,
So we set ourselves to deal with Captain Dooley.
Chorus
Whill-il-loo. High Ho!
We'll all be there you know,
The repartees and ructions they will charm ye;
And we'll see which we prefer,
Is it Dooley or McGirr,
To take command of Jimmy Dooley's Army.
When we're marchin' to the poll,
And we're under his control,
We sometimes feel a trifle unsalubrious;
For by one and all 'twas said
That if our objective's Red,
T...Read more of this...
by
Paterson, Andrew Barton
...g be'ind the keeper's back,
If you've ever snigged the washin' from the line,
If you've ever crammed a gander in your bloomin' 'aversack,
You will understand this little song o' mine.
But the service rules are 'ard, an' from such we are debarred,
For the same with English morals does not suit.
(Cornet: Toot! toot!)
W'y, they call a man a robber if 'e stuffs 'is marchin' clobber
With the --
(Chorus) Loo! loo! Lulu! lulu! Loo! loo! Loot! loot! loot!
Ow the loot!
Bloomin'...Read more of this...
by
Kipling, Rudyard
...When thin-strewn memory I look through,
I see most clearly poor Miss Loo,
Her tabby cat, her cage of birds,
Her nose, her hair -- her muffled words,
And how she'd open her green eyes,
As if in some immense surprise,
Whenever as we sat at tea,
She made some small remark to me.
It's always drowsy summer when
From out the past she comes again;
The westering sunshine in a pool...Read more of this...
by
de la Mare, Walter
...t. Who, I pray, has not?
Bill Wastel, by C. Marrow. The
Plaid Cowslip. And The Hocking Lee.
The Fallow Field, by Sally Loo;
The Rose in Chains. I’ve read that too;
I’ve read them all for promised treat
Of thrills, emotions, tremblings sweet.
* * * * *
The bill-board hippopotamus
It was a wild, uprageous cuss—
The real one? Well—Can you recall
That it had any mouth at all?...Read more of this...
by
Butler, Ellis Parker
...;
One speaks the glory of the British queen,
And one describes a charming Indian screen;
A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes;
At ev'ry word a reputation dies.
Snuff, or the fan, supply each pause of chat,
With singing, laughing, ogling, and all that.
Meanwhile, declining from the noon of day,
The sun obliquely shoots his burning ray;
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
And wretches hang that jury-men may dine;
The merchant from th' Exchange returns ...Read more of this...
by
Pope, Alexander
...ager pursuit of 'em,
And Pharaoh's fierce troop were all put "in the soup"
When the waters rolled softly o'er every galoot of 'em.
The Jews were so glad when old Pharaoh was "had"
That they sounded their timbrels and capered like mad.
You see he was hated from Jordan to Cairo --
Whence comes the expression "to buck against faro".
For forty long years, 'midst perils and fears
In deserts with never a famine to follow by,
The Israelite horde went roaming abroad
Like so...Read more of this...
by
Paterson, Andrew Barton
...
There was an old person of Loo,Who said, "What on earth shall I do?"When they said, "Go away!" she continued to stay,That vexatious old person of Loo. ...Read more of this...
by
Lear, Edward
...as—(I love that “whenas” word—
It shows I am a poet, too,)
Q. Horace Flaccus gaily stirred
The welkin with his tra-la-loo,
He little thought one donkey’s back
Would carry thus a double load—
Father and son upon one jack,
Galumphing down the Tibur Road.
II
Old is the tale—Aesop’s, I think—
Of that famed miller and his son
Whose fortunes were so “on the blink”
They had one donk, and only one;
You know the tale—the critic’s squawk
(As pater that poor ass bestrode)—
“Sel...Read more of this...
by
Butler, Ellis Parker
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