I have been feeling sick all last night and tonight ...I need to hear a good poem...One that makes me Where is Sharris when you need her

Feel better!! Sorry, I ain't no bard, for sure!!

Daisy daisy. Give me your answer do!
I'm so crazy, head over heels for you!
It won't be a stylish marrige,
I can't affored a carrige,
But you'll look sweet!
Apon the seat,
Of a bycicle built for two!

Henry, Henry, here is your answer true...
I'm not so crazy all for the love of you..
It won't be a stylish marriage,
You can't afford a carriage..
But I'll be switched.!!
If I'll be hitched
On a bicycle built for two....

Sorry, but when I read that I just had to answer with this...

Feel better soon Writer_gurl...

Nono perfect responce :) I hardly hear anyone who knows that. :p

I'll sing you a poem of a silly young king
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing—
And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.

His scepter and his royal gowns,
His regal throne and golden crowns
Were brown and sticky from the mounds
And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.

His subjects all were silly fools
For he had passed a royal rule
That all that they could learn in school
Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich.

He would not eat his sovereign steak,
He scorned his soup and kingly cake,
And told his courtly cook to bake
An extra-sticky peanut-butter sandwich.

And then one day he took a bit
And started chewing with delight,
But found his mouth was stuck quite tight
From that last bite of peanut-butter sandwich.

His brother pulled, his sister pried,
The wizard pushed, his mother cried,
"My boy's committed suicide
From eating his last peanut-butter sandwich!"

The dentist came, and the royal doc.
The royal plumber banged and knocked,
But still those jaws stayed tightly locked.
Oh darn that sticky peanut-butter sandwich!

The carpenter, he tried with pliers,
The telephone man tried with wires,
The firemen, they tried with fire,
But couldn't melt that peanut-butter sandwich.

With ropes and pulleys, drills and coil,
With steam and lubricating oil—
For twenty years of tears and toil—
They fought that awful peanut-butter sandwich.

Then all his royal subjects came.
They hooked his jaws with grapplin' chains
And pulled both ways with might and main
Against that stubborn peanut-butter sandwich.

Each man and woman, girl and boy
Put down their ploughs and pots and toys
And pulled until kerack! Oh, joy—
They broke right through that peanut-butter sandwhcih

A puff of dust, a screech, a squeak—
The king's jaw opened with a creak.
And then in voice so faint and weak—
The first words that they heard him speak
Were, "How about a peanut-butter sandwich?"

-Shel Silverstein

There once was a woman from Nantucket..never mind. be seeing you

the barber shaved the mason

and as I suppose

cut off his nose

and put it in a basin

Awwwww, thanx soooo much


I feel less nauseous now

Less?????????????????

... Jabberwocky ...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7rpCUZXLuck&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nm9o6DH_uzE

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

... ...

Yeah, been sick for 24 hours...Can't even keep water down

The trick is to walk top side up
If water retention is where you flunk
Water flows from top to bottom,
And that's why the good lord gave us
A bicycle to sit on.

So we don't have to walk,
Plus use the seat as a plug.

Hope you feel better soon, Writer_gurl!

Get Well Soon

I iiii , want action tonite
satisfaction, all night.



...

Put on my hat and I
Wear my shoes,
Tonight I'm gonna hit the streets and cruise,
up the main drag, and, check it out,
with those school girls hangin about.


Now I ain't looking for a pretty face,

I don't care if she's in leather or lace,

cause I'm just looking for a little, ... Kiss!!


..

I think we all know the rest of the song, yea?

Gooberick and Rintintin
Went out on a little drindrinking.
Grabud valor, and smudgen bread
And the vorglangs that the bard did brang
Were the furthams that they cooked
For the lonely shartmal in the hong.

But rar! Up the hoe, on his mighty sunking
Rose the moe, shartramps, puets, all vorgefuehr
And the schmorgasboard hat hiergefuehl.

Hergestellt! Thou beastly son,
We broggel you with all our grand,
We bring you out to wotangeld
She could bite you, love you, f ... oh, Gerd...

So all the young bards, their words all spent
With languages they hath repent
He gots the cluer, his heads lite up,
All thousand of them, they kill the dark,
My baby love, my pet serpent
Whe waren ihre manservent.

The End.

(Question: Which of the two of us was Chaucer, and which the Googrengrich from Gibberish?)