Short By Gum Poems
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Hey this is getting to be a lot of fun
Sitting and writing limericks in the sun
Too bad I'm not paid
Worth two week's pay
Should be famous by now by gum
(chuckle)
Hey this is getting to be a lot of fun
Sitting and writing limericks in the sun
Too bad I'm not paid
Some are worth a week's pay
Should be bloody famous by now, by gum
An amazing young man is my son Scottie
He's a big boy now, I'm talking about his body
He's two sons in one
A bonus by gum
One thing's for sure, he needs extra large Jockeys
Well goodness gracious, by gar and by gum
Jackanese is a language quite foreign to some
It's basically simple
Here's the principle
Be a “nihilarian” while sitting down on your bum
Hey this is getting to be a lot of fun
Sitting and writing limericks in the noonday sun
Too bad I'm not paid
Some are worth a week's pay
Should be real famous by now, by gum
© Jack Ellison 2015
Nine tabs open, where is the music coming from
My mind's a steel trap, but it's a challenge by gum
Maybe it's the site about Mars
Or some other site quite bazaar
Maybe it's the one that challenges my cerebellum
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy birthday to me!
I'm 73 by golly, by gee!
Another year older, I'm up there you bet.
Let's see how much younger this old girl can get.
By gum and by golly, I'll be, slap my knee!
I'm 73! Happy Birthday to me!
Well goodness gracious, by gar and by gum
Jackanese is a language quite foreign to some
It's basically simple
Here's the principle
Be a “nihilarian” while sitting on your bum
“nihilarian” - a person who deals with things lacking importance
Well goodness gracious, by gar and by gum
Jackanese is a language quite foreign to some
It's basically simple
Here's the principle
Be a “nihilarian” while sitting down on your bum
© Jack Ellison 2015
“nihilarian” - a person who deals with things lacking importance
I have many koalifications,
Numbed by gum leaves, stupefaction,
Glazed by arid summer drought,
Real hot today, there's no doubt,
What's this? Black storm clouds?
Who said clouds were allowed?
Now there's rain a'drenching,
Oh, it's stopped, not worth mentioning,
There's a eucalyptus petrichor,
I'll daze now, did it rain at all?
Phrases.
Well I never.
Eee by gum.
Well I go to the foot of our stairs.
Gan away wi yu.
And many more.
Are said, out door.
Quite a bore.
Up North.
Spoken with relish.
And verbosity.
Resound in the closetry.
Maybe they have nowt to say.
And these phrases make their day.
Maybe they never went to school.
Or learned what to say.
When you say them.
They make your day.
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By a Jordy.
Twas wooden, and my Ivy stick
Did claggy with a cobbled tone.
The moon, in shade rode whimsy high
And whiffled with a moan.
By hairy dog and camel toe
I trundled on and farted,
By gum and skinny teeth I went
Unshaven and wholehearted.
Hag I not seen but in a girth
A womb of some renown-
A creature from some other Earth
Not cream, yet still not brown.
I wooden, with my Ivy stick
And waving with a fist
Fought on with friendly foe in tow
For valour, kin and Kist.
This Land is My Land
Ee, by gum, have you seen this place?
How things have changed since the good old days!
This land was meant for the workers pace,
The rolling hills and the farmers’ ways.
An industrial city in the heart of the land,
The people still strong in spirit and mind,
Wheere ther’s muck, ther’s brass for that waiting hand,
‘Ey up, in Yorkshire, that’s what you’ll find.
A poem by Jessica Howell
For the competition- MY LAND IS MY HOME by ~SKAT~