Old MacDonald had a farm
With some noisy critters on it.
They mostly mooed, or neighed,
Or clucked, or brayed,
But some stayed
Resolutely mute,
I'm afraid.
It wasn't his equines,
Or bovines,
Or fowls,
Or anything lodged in his barns or corrals,
But a couple of rather recalcitrant vowels.
The "e" and the "i" and the "o"
Answered the call,
While the "a" and the "u"
Stayed conspicuously AWOL.
Categories:
macdonald, humor,
Form: Light Verse
Old MacDonald had a farm
And all it had was cows
Their constant mooing brought them harm
…His wife went off the rails
She bumped them off in one fell swoop
And fed them though the grinder
But Old Macdonald wrote a plan
And popped it in a binder
At the bank the manager said,
“What’s your plan… in brief?”
Old Macdonald said, “It’s this…
I need to shift some beef!”
*
The manager inhaled and said,
“That’s quite a cutthroat game,
Your business plans are good as dead…
You’ll need a great new name.”
Categories:
macdonald, food, nursery rhyme,
Form: Rhyme
Each of the poetry forms,
In its own unique way,
Examining an idea, informs
Its opportunities for a nuanced expression or play;
Others, from the imposition of their norms, variations, say.
----------
EIEIO Quintain
All of which is a fun way to say that the form that you select to describe something matters: a haiku and a sonnet are going to describe the same thing in different ways. Duh!
Old MacDonald had a form
E-I-E-I-O
Categories:
macdonald, poetry,
Form: Quintain (English)
Daisy MacDonald
Daisy MacDonald is a silly Cow
Standing grumpy in the Cattle yard
She only produces sour milk
and Cheese that tastes like Lard
Categories:
macdonald, animal, funny, nonsense, silly,
Form: Rhyme
For Michele MacDonald
pea green boat
on the pond of whimsy
mikki on board
Categories:
macdonald, friendship,
Form: Haiku
Here's a story about Old Macdonald
The one who had that farm
They only told us part of it
But they really didn't mean no harm
Old Macdonald Mack for short
Did things that others can't
He took care of all those animals
Next door to a nuclear plant
The cows had nine udders each
Some of them had three heads
And that could be a problem
When it was time for them to be fed
He had goats with camel faces
And even chickens with lips
He also had a few acrobat mules
That could dance and do a few flips
Now Mack stayed pretty much busy
There was no time to hang his head
If he felt down he'd talk to the horses
For they could talk like Mr Ed
Even his coon dog was affected
Coons, he no longer chased
He thought he was a ballerina
With a tutu around his waist
Then one day Mack had an Idea
While he was doing some fishin'
He'd open up a freak show
And then he'd charge admission
It came to past that Mack got rich
And he moved far away
They say that poor man's pregnant
And he's got twins on the way
So that was the many problems
That Old Macdonald faced
So the next time you sing that song
Don't forget the nuclear waste
Categories:
macdonald, funnyold, time, old, time,
Form: Rhyme
5.
What is winter in Australia?
Can be she the cousin of Russian winter?
Or, possibly, the Australian and Russian winters are
Simply good friends?
But maybe they never even heard about each other!
6.
I wait the Night at my home.
She always understands me.
She gives the moon and stars.
Together, we drink tea.
Tears drip into my cup.
She speaks to me:
«You mustn’t cry!»
She helps me to go to bed
and gives kind dreams,
Which is why I forget
about the sadness.
Categories:
macdonald, friendship, song-cousin,
Form: Lyric
4.
I never thought our globe
has both a top and a bottom,
You told me about it.
But if I live at the top
of our globe
And you live
at the bottom of it,
Why can I not take a jump to you?
5.
I never thought the name Wendy
Is not only a name from the magic story,
A simple woman may have this name too.
But why I still feel –
I am like little Peter Pan,
Who always waited for
his kind Wendy?...
Categories:
macdonald, friendship, song-
Form: Lyric
2. There is Autumn
in the Australia, in the Russia
----------------------------------
The red-haired Autumn has come to Russia.
She has painted all the leaves
of the trees
with gold colour.
The Wind and the Rain love her very much.
She dances the Parting Waltz
With them both.
At just this time, leaves
are departing from their trees.
They are beginning their own dance,
named «Fall of the Leaf».
Then Autumn is singing
her lullaby-song
for orphaned trees,
for stray dogs and cats,
for the damp rain,
for the sparrows and crows,
And for the frozen earth, too.
Autumn is singing her lullaby-song
about the tropical, hot country, Australia
Where there are eucalyptus,
And fern forests, the Pacific ocean,
And the mysterious mountains.
In this magic country live kind, funny friends:
Kangaroos, Koalas, Cockatoos, and Emu.
Now they are dreaming about Russian Autumn:
in her corona from yellow leaves,
in her red rowan’s beads,
and with her favourite friends:
with wind, and sorrowful rain.
Categories:
macdonald, friendship, nature, song-autumn, autumn,
Form: Lyric
1. Wendy
You have come to me
from a fairy tale,
Yes! I am sure
you are that same Wendy
who mothered Peter Pan
and the rest of the lost boys
on the magic island
called Our Childhood.
My dear Wendy!
Please take me with you
to that island,
I so much need
your kindness, and care,
the same as you gave
Peter and the other boys,
and, please, don’t tell me
you have forgotten
the way there!
2.
Categories:
macdonald, friendship, nostalgia, song-
Form: Lyric