Best Hardy Poems
Oliver often scolded Hardy, on a point of which he was
Never tardy.!
They had to have 'their daily fix' if not hourly? They were like two cats on
Hot bricks!
Their made up mayhem, garnered them gold, it was their milk and honey
A hit; 'they sold.'
Rich and famous, through their tears and quarrels, old Hardys kicks Stanley, made into Laurels!
The crowds, they grew' they travelled far! They lodged at the 'Chine hotel'
They fooled round its bar!
Yet did they take that 'new years swim?' As daybreak comes' as the waves
Roll in !
That hearty English breakfast, taken soon after.' Would sure have got Them ready; to raise some rafters.!!
Categories:
hardy, appreciation, celebration,
Form:
Rhyme
William Harrison Hardy
1823 - 1906
I believe a fair introduction is in order here.
Not that a handshake from me could ever take place anytime soon.
I was Captain Bill Hardy:
Proud Indian fighter!
And celebrated toll road builder!
I was the one who built the big road
From San Bernardino to Prescott Arizona!
And it was I, Captain Bill Hardy,
Who founded old Hardyville in Arizona
On the sandy banks of the cool Colorado.
Back when Lincoln was still warm
And the blood of Gettysburg was still not dry.
Back when the old west was coming alive
With wagon wheels and railroad ties.
Growing as a child would
With intrepid enterprise and such derring-do
The likes of which few eyes have seen since!
I came out west from New York
As Captain of a California-bound wagon train
And found a fortune in gold in Placer County.
But it was in the Arizona Territory where I later
Made my mark, and lost my fortune.
Oh my friends. I found out.
Found out what plain hard work can accomplish
And I learned of its resultant riches.
I found out.
Found out what plain greed and dishonesty can accomplish
And I learned of its resultant poverty.
Alas, I was but a survivor in life,
And that was my final legacy.
My friends, have you ever stared death straight in the face?
Have you ever seen the eyes of a wanton murderer
Only an inch away from your own eyes?
Nothing is more frightening and more sobering than that!
But I, Captain Bill Hardy, at your service please,
Experienced it first-hand that day in the scalding desert sand.
That Indian devil was right there!
His nose next to my nose!
But I got away!
Ran away from that place and lived to tell about it!
My friends, next time you come to Clark Cemetery in Whittier,
Go to the eastern fence by Dorland Street,
At the corner there, you will find my little plot of land.
It is a far cry from having an entire city named after you!
But it is a fine and restful spot.
Come closer and lean down to me.
I wish to extend my firm handshake to you all!
Categories:
hardy, history,
Form:
Epitaph
They warned me what might be in store.
But I heard all those stories before,
how they do not come back,
disappear in the black,
and I find them a colossal bore.
So I wade out at dusk with my vest,
bamboo rod and a hat with a crest.
Oh, so sure, that this time,
I will hook on my line
the one catch that will prove who is best!
When they found me, the next afternoon,
my remains made the search party swoon.
So, take heed and beware!
Do not venture or dare
to trespass his domain- BLACK LAGOON.
Categories:
hardy, death, fantasy, imagination, science
Form:
Limerick
In History, Nelson fought the Spanish
This powerful Armada did vanish
My ancestor was in thrall
Kismet Hardy had a ball
No invasion, the infidels, banished
Categories:
hardy, family, history, inspirational, people,
Form:
Limerick
Stanleys' plane circles wild, fro and aft.
Ollie screamed up: " Throw me a raft!" Oh Ho Oh Ho Oh Ho Oh Ho.
with gathering gators
I won't be here later
One just gave my drawers a big draft. OhhhOhhh....
When they opened the gator to see
which intestine poor Ollie might be.
He plops out pratfall
then looks at us all
and smiles: " hm hm hm, I'm still me."
Stanley: " But I thought.. I thought you were eaten..oo whooo whoo whoo..."
Oliver looks at us, shrugs and throws his arms up.
( Cue music.)
Coo Coo Coo Coo, Coo Coo
THE END.
This is inspired by Miss Carrie Richards, one of the best.
This Is Another Fine Mess You've Gotten ME Into, Stanley...
Categories:
hardy, adventure, art, dedication, funny,
Form:
Limerick
Laurel and Hardy
Hey LAUREL, you better stop getting me in trouble
But HARDY just trying to catch the bubbles
Stop waving your dang arms
But I can’t catch that farm
You’re getting me in double bubbles of trouble.
Written: Feb. 10, 2015
Theresa Marie W-C
Categories:
hardy, fun, humor,
Form:
Limerick
LAUREL was a man with not much class
And HARDY was known as a pompous ass
Stan can’t keep his big mouth shut
Ollie would strike a stinging cut
“Another fine mess…,” he would always sass
Categories:
hardy, funny, humor,
Form:
Limerick
march winds toss
pretty yellow heads -
daffodils bend in wind
Categories:
hardy, flower, nature, daffodils,
Form:
Haiku
A Scene from Laurel and Hardy
Like a scene from Laurel and Hardy,
Slapstick and comical beyond belief.
Legs dangle from bedroom window,
His head stuck, shouting for pain relief.
You’d swear it was Buster Keaton,
Or Charlie Chaplin in farcical capers.
Poor chap trying to rescue my keys,
Cruel observer sent a pic to the papers.
Harold Lloyd could play lead part,
My hero was no Fatty Arbuckle.
In distress I couldn’t help laughing,
Ss and full belly chuckle.
This affair was no silent movie,
Or indeed was it just black and white.
The day I locked myself out,
I’m in now and everything is alright.
Categories:
hardy, character, film, funny, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
Stan Laurel
thinks he can sing in reality he warbles
His best buddy Hardy slaps him quiet
Before he can start another riot.
Oliver Hardy
Is usually farty so he abstains from drink
Gormless Laurel slurps Manhattans all night
Warbling and singing without stage fright.
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Categories:
hardy, funny, humor,
Form:
Clerihew
American duo great humorists by far
A famous act of our cinema history
Hal Roach's most lucrative comedy stars
Revived on our T.V's in movies or mysteries
In Loving Memory Of
Laurel And Hardy
Thanks Again To
Sir Joseph Spence
Epitaph is a commemorative poem inscribed on a tombstone or mortuary
monument written in praise of a deceased person. Generally, epitaphs are
small poems with rhyming lines written in reflection of the deceased person’s
life. They are not always somber and some are very humorous and witty.
Categories:
hardy, death, funny, history, imagination,
Form:
Epitaph
Always count the cost, be quicker
country bumpkins can be slicker.
Dare-devil journeys should be fun;
use good sense, don’t just hit and run.
Go for the gold, here’s the kicker -
When you go, stay off the liquor;
save a death watch for your vicar.
Don’t think that it’s your way or none,
always count the cost.
Decide what you want; don’t dicker;
though your buddies want to bicker.
Ponder all options one by one.
Then dive in, and when it is done
learn from mistakes and don’t snicker.
Always count the cost.
written August 8, 2018
Categories:
hardy, friend, judgement, motivation,
Form:
Rondeau
Despite his diminutive stature at only five feet three,
Mickey made a fabulous film and television career reality.
His first stage appearance as a toddler we would see.
The world best knew him in the role of “Andy Hardy”.
There were many ups and downs through the years of his life.
Unbelievably, Mickey overcame a lot of bad luck and strife.
In Hollywood, he stood out among many of the best.
At the ripe age of ninety-three, Mr. Rooney is laid to rest.
Mickey Rooney
(1920-2014)
From a news story found on aol.com
Categories:
hardy, death, remember, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
~ Limerick-style ~
Hardy-har-har returned from a bar
After drinking what he could drink
He didn't get far
Fire devoured his car
Leather seats finished Har-har's first cigar
Categories:
hardy, car, drink, fire,
Form:
Rhyme
Nope!, this aint a
(non) commercial
Christmas plug for ye,
nonetheless, a greeting
of joie de
vivre buttressed with
(wreath) in this ole
foreign nicked saint wannabe
awash with spiritual
awakening unexpectedly
alighting boosting, and catapulting,
the mood of this
dog gone intro
spective atheistic he
then for merely "actively listening,"
sans texting to me,
(thine youngest daughter) hook
confided a circumstance,
that found her teary
eyed, whereat papa (meself)
galvanizing enervating,
and bold facing
(italicized optional),
a decades long glee
(son) doting dada, (me)
hood did earlier today
underwent spiritual reawakening
experience, where poignant see
movie ling ushered
emotional concessions prithee
lee transcending, and super see
ding ordinary ho-hum
(oh so yesterday...)
psychologically (or psychically)
escalating euphoria juiced being
a humble papa
yes sir re:
vicariously afflicted when,
Shana Aubrey (said
nineteen year old pro genie),
(who lives under
auspices of mine
kid sister in
Bend, Oregon – Voluntarily)
painfully shared her recent
(first) beaming, blooming,
and budding romance
rendered null and void
primarily duet who wah
bajillion geographical miles
from Colchester, Great
Britain, where she
(mine offspring) under
parental care of thee
guardian (angels) Shari Todd,
and George Andrew Dunning
supreme qual lit tee
aunt and uncle respective lee)
spent propitious year,
whence har mo' knee
me lass struck up,
and young lad o' a louver she
discovered without visa vis,
where, the young chap (Zak)
broke off (figuratively smote) long
distance elle la gee.
Gnome hatter at my helpless state
hive hilt that being privy at any rate
which parental aye deed eek quate
with darling daughter as a mature primate.
Categories:
hardy, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Ode