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The Pirate Queen of Czechia

Yellow spot.
Turtle dove.
Lemon squeeze.
Take offence follow lines.
Blow the trumpet and harken the seven skies.
Rage baited called a clown.
Honey suckle my baby doll.
Moon over my hammy calls to me with her hazel eyes she shines greatly.
Juniper Diamond ravaging.
Walnut clothed heavy cream.
Nine toes ten paths all lead me to my King.
Jesus Christ Lord of Lords.
All Hail Jesus forever.
Yellow Spot blue turtle dove.
Mint toffee crimson blood.
He paid the price for our sins rose from the dead defeated death itself.
Awaiting my Pirate Queen of Czechia.

Dull Water

( A Definition )



Having a small European resembling a brown back.



Having hammy old-world songs related to a large ‘NO!’



Having no American thrust; (the upper part).



An olivatious, blackish, whitish, streaked glommed throat.



Chiefly dull; (the under parts). Drippy-



Dull as water, Round seed,



Edible nuts.



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  deviantART R.W. © 04/18/01

Eggs

Like an omelette I am cheesy and I tell some hammy jokes
When I flip it to the punchline I don't always land the yolks

I scramble at the thought of keeping it farm fresh
Cracking under pressure like a shell in place of flesh

Whenever I look way up, I can see the sunny side
That can be exhausting and I really feel fried

Sometimes it comes overeasy, not to say they've never spoiled
Still breaking if you drop em' even if they are hard boiled

Maybe I can make you queasy if I'm being really raw
So I will never claim to be totally free range of flaw

Hope this hasn't been too runny, and a laugh or two I've poached
If so I'll take, shake it, bake it for the time I have encroached

Next time you're feeling beaten, just whisk it up aways
Turn up the heat, add some spice before starting the hollandaise

Not to nag or rag or beg, but crack a yolk and shake a leg
To be a fun egg or a pun egg or just a damn great egg

June 11, 2023


Premium Member Hammy the Hamster

Hammy the Hamster had no particular talent that he knew.
He did have a long fat tail that spectacularly grew and grew
One day he fell into some paints, and his paws turned out blue.
He made the cutest prints on a canvas, then slid in some glue.

You are an artist! His mother and father said, admiring him so.
They told every hamster from Des Moines to KoKoMo.
He has been featured in Art Magazines and has had a show.
His favorite paints are the psychedelic acrylics that really glow.

Premium Member Limerkicks

His limerick's can be cunning and a bit hammy ~Tom Cunningham 


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Premium Member Mister Hamuel Porkington

Meet Mr. Hamuel Porkington
His closest friends call him “Hammy”
A special hard working farmer
With an extremely industrious family

With his pretty and faithful wife “Porksy”
And their ten little chopperettes
They're known in the town of Swillsville
As the nicest pig family you've met

For providing hot meals to the needy
And sheltering them from the cold 
They've received a special recognition
One of the greatest stories told

The President recently visited them
Warmly welcomed by the Porkingtons
They treated their guest to Hominy Grits
And homemade Tennessee bourbon 

The President granted them a special honour
Which everyone was in total accord
With tree bark, worms and garbage for life
And a prestigious achievement award

So raise your pitch forks, raise 'em on high
In salute of this family of corkers
Heroes like these don't come by very often
They're a very special breed of porkers


© Jack Ellison 2015


Spring

Amidst the budding
branches the Robin sings, the song is
carried tunefully in the spring air.
denoting that all is well in his world
Every sound listened to by all
from tiny field mice scurrying looking for food. to the
giant grazing cattle happily eating the young grass
Hammy hedgehog listens, his little tongue
is busy eating the cat food left out.
Jewel like blades of wet grass hide the
Koi carp swimming
lazily in the garden ponds, enjoying the sun's warmth.
Many beds of daffodils their perfume intermingle with the
nearby tulips who stand tall, their many hues
overcome your senses, the tiny snowdrops
perfume infuse with the hyacinths as they all
quietly make the colour and  perfume of Spring.
Raised temperatures, bring out the people to enjoy the
sunshine  to their bones, lifting their souls.
Taking notes of what has  survived the winter,
unhappy when they find  a favourite 
variety of plant 
wilted under the pressures of winter's
Xtreme cold.
Yes, spring means a smile to the face, a tear to ones eyes,
zest to the soul.

Penned 22 February 2015

Premium Member Mr Hamuel Porkington

Meet Mr. Hamuel Porkington
His closest friends call him “Hammy”
A special hard working farmer
With an extremely industrious family

With his pretty and faithful wife “Porksy”
And their ten little chopperettes
They're known in the town of Swillsville
As the nicest pig family you've met

For providing hot meals to the needy
And sheltering them from the cold 
They've received a special recognition
One of the greatest stories told

The President recently visited them
Warmly welcomed by the Porkingtons
They treated their guest to Hominy Grits
And homemade Tennessee bourbon 

The President granted them a special honour
Which everyone was in total accord
With tree bark, worms and garbage for life
And a prestigious achievement award

So raise your pitch forks, raise 'em on high
In salute of this family of corkers
Heroes like these don't come by very often
They're a very special breed of porkers

©Jack Ellison 2012

Hammy the Hamster

Hammy the hamster’s gone to Heaven

We didn’t say goodbye

I loved him oh so dearly

Why did he have to die



I just got up this morning 

And found him in the loo

My little pet, his fur all wet

What am I going to do



My little brother Liam said

Don’t worry, he’ll be fine

I thought he’d like a little swim

Last night at half past nine



Now little Liam is ill in bed

And Mummy’s in a rage

Cos I force fed little Liam

With the bits from Hammy’s cage

Hamster

Somebody’s stolen my hamster
It was there when I went up to bed
My sister is sitting there laughing
And saying my hamster is dead

She thinks that it’s ever so funny
That Hammy keeled over and died 
Then she showed me where Hammy was buried
And I fell to my knees and I cried

The tears only lasted a minute
When a thought entered into my head
If my hamster has gone up to heaven
Can I have a new puppy instead ?

© John W Fenn  16-02-2009

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