Conference yukon::christian_v7

       If you have an infatuation
       With the tintinabulation
         of the sesquipedalian word,
       Then hear my verbosity
       And polysyllabic jocosity
         which, I know, borders the absurd.

       MM

Reply -.1

Times like this, I wish I had mod privs.  I believe the command is:

    SET NOTE/HIDDEN 19.4



But then again, not really.

Ah, Joe, the once-thought King of the Hill in the previous version of
Silly Poetry:

Jealousy rears its ugly head.  ;-)

    ah, now *that's* poetry! Thanks, Leslie.
    
    Markem, after reading these last few replies from Leslie do you still
    wish to encumber this note with your jocosity verbosity?
    
    :-)
    
    Gil

>    Markem, after reading these last few replies from Leslie do you still
>    wish to encumber this note with your jocosity verbosity?

Poetry comes in all shapes and sizes and even a dandelion is a flower.

If you'd rather, we can start a new Silly Prose note and move it there.
I'm beginning to be a little offended at the snobbery of you critics.

MM

    
    One of my favorites...
    
    
    
    Roses are Red...
    
    Violets are Blue...
    
    I'm a schiziod...
    
    And so am I!!!
    
    
    
      :) :)

Not-so-serious poetry might be found here.
If you can put up with the sumblime, perhaps you can race past the ridiculous.

My personal favorites:

Thoroughly through rough coughs ought thought be fought and fraught,
though enough doughnuts bought with naught ought be ploughed
in the slough under the boughs.

and

    At the site of the bight last night I saw quite a sight; it was
    the plight of a wight or perhaps the rite of a wright in a
    frightful fight with a white kite in flight at such height the
    string was tight to the right so that it took all the wight's
    might till light was bright.  I know what I write is a mite trite.
    Don't slight or fight; it is my right, all right?

   <<< Note 41.6 by SOLVIT::KRAWIECKI "Swear: Make your ignorance audible" >>>

>    Roses are Red...
>    
>    Violets are Blue...
>    
>    I'm a schiziod...
>    
>    And so am I!!!

Not really to go into a rathole, but just to clarify something which is 
a very common mistake that people make: schizophenia(sp?) is not the same 
as split(or multiple) personalities. 

If you are schiziod you tend to live more in a world of delusions, they 
have no concept of reality as we understand it (well, it also depends on 
the degree of schizophenia - it could be a mild case). They could also have
split personalities, but not always.

At least, this is how I remember it from my abnormal pshyc. class in college.

/Scott

    
    Hi Scott...
    
     I understand what you're saying, and I wasn't trying to denigrate
    anyone with the "rhyme".. especially someone who might be afflicted
    with schizophrenia. 
    
      It was just something I remembered when I was much younger, and
    couldn't decide what I wanted to be when I grew up...
    
      If it offends you, I'll be glad to delete it.
    
    
     Andy
    
    
      

    Learned at my grandfather's knee:
    
    It was midnight in the ocean;
    Not a streetcar was in sight.
    The sun was shining brightly,
    For it rained that day all night!
    
    "Holy smokes!" the colonel shouted.
    In the rush he lost his hair.
    For now his head resembles heaven,
    For there is no parting there.
    
    She said no words, she made no speech,
    But all she did was talk.
    So standing still, I kept on running,
    As fast as I could walk.

The title of this note string was changed at the suggestion of Leslie
Johnson to PA-PE-PO-PA-PU-PA-PA-PA, which is short for:

        Paltry and/or Peculiar Poetical Passages and/or Puns
              by Palaverers & Parodists Parexcelent

                            � 1993 Leslie Johnson  ;-)

    
    This is definately a candidate for my NEXT UNSEEN key. :-)
    

The synopsis of Dan's synapses:

    
    >< I wonder if Dan will get it. >
    
    Irrespective of your self-perceived wittiness Metcalfe, there ARE those 
    who manage to keep up. :-)

Now, Dan.  Shall we *really* get personal?

    
    
    No!, By all means stick to the topic at hand so I can stay out.

*YOU* started this off topic with your unseemly commentary.

    I still think the credit for the title should go to the tuba!

   <<< Note 41.9 by SOLVIT::KRAWIECKI "Swear: Make your ignorance audible" >>>

>      If it offends you, I'll be glad to delete it.
    
Oh no, it doesn't offend me... don't worry about it. 

/Scott

    A ditty my grandmother used to say:
    
    Little fly on the wall
    Ain't you got no clothes a t'all?!
    Ain't you got no shimmy shirt?
    Ain't you got no pettiskirt?
    Ain't you Cold?!
    
    (Spoken very fast)
    Little fly didn't go to Sunday School today 'cause little fly's momma
    didn't comb little fly's hair and little fly's momma didn't comb little
    fly's hair 'cause little fly ain't GOT no hair!
                                                   

>At least, this is how I remember it from my abnormal pshyc. class in college.

>/Scott


Right again, Dr. Marison.

I fell asleep in all of my psych classes.


Dr. Bruso

In the land of Nod
It was rather odd
To hear the sound of rain
So Snarflat and Snickers
Put on their blue slickers
But Snorkels looked rather plain

With only blue macs
To put on two backs
One mouse was going to get wet.
But he had a plan
Drawn up with blue cray'n
For such an occasion as yet.

That rascally fella
Had found an umbrella
Dark blue with dots of blue-gray.
It covered his home
Like a giant blue dome
And Snorkels was drier than they.

MM

    My kids will love that poem, er, uh, attempt at poetry... :-)
    
    Hey, where did that cream pie come from?  SPLAT!
    
    No, no wait a minute, Splat was the name of Sniffles husband, who was
    crying because he was splattered in a mouse trap.  But their children
    was adopted by Snorkels... the mouselettes names:
    
    Spork
    Spitters
    Snaffy
    Snort
    Snu
    Sappers
    and I can't remember the rest... the kids know them though.

I asked God, with a nod, "Could an odd-shod cod or scrod plod the Ididerod sod
in a pod?" He said, with a prod, "Clod! No cod hath trod the Ididerod sod
without its bod on a rod."

>Spork Spitters Snaffy Snort Snu Sappers
>    and I can't remember the rest...

    Snarf?

    BTW, I heard the verb "snarf" used on the news this morning in
    conjunction with some player's activity in a basketball game!

    Markel

I've got this on a recording somewhere and intend to sing it with my quartet
soon.

           THE PREACHER AND THE BEAR
		      -	author unknown

           One day a preacher went out walkin';
           It was on one Sunday morn.
           'Course it was ag'in his religion
           But he took his gun along.

           He shot himself some mighty fine quail
           And one little measly hare
           And on his way returning home
           He met a great big grizzly bear.

           Well the bear sat down in the middle of the road,
           Just as mean as he could be.
           And the preacher, he commenced a'shakin'
           And he climbed up a 'simmon tree

           And the bear stood up and he rolled his eyes
           And he shook his ugly head
           The preacher looked up to the sky
           And these are the words he said:

           "Oh Lord! You delivered Daniel from the lion's den;
           Delivered Jonah from the belly of the whale, and then
           The Hebrew Chillun from the fiery furnace,
           Oh the Good Book do declare.
           Oh Lord, Lord! If you can't help me
           For goodness sakes, don't you help that bear."

           Well, the bear commenced to climb the tree
           And that made the preacher sore.
           The preacher climbed still higher
           Till he couldn't climb no more.

           Just about then this limb give away
           And they both come a'tumblin' down
           And when that preacher begin to pray
           You could hear him for miles around!

           "Oh Lord! You delivered Daniel from the lion's den;
           Delivered Jonah from the belly of the whale, and then
           The Hebrew Chillun from the fiery furnace,
           Oh the Good Book do declare.
           Oh Lord, Lord! If you can't help me
           For goodness sakes, don't you help that bear."

           Now they fought all the way down to the river
           And it was a terrible fight!
           That bear was really layin' it on
           But the preacher, well, he was doing all right.

           He dragged that beast right down in the water.
           It was, hmmm, three times in and out.
           Then the bear got loose and he limped away.
           And the preacher, he began to shout.

           "Oh Lord! You delivered Daniel from the lion's den;
           Delivered Jonah from the belly of the whale, and then...

           Now Lord it may not seem like much
           From where you sit up there,
           But the hardest job I ever done...
           Was baptizing that bear!"

           That's the story of the Preacher and the Bear!

Mark,

I can't believe I actually have a recording of that song!  It is on a barber-
shop quartet album I have.  It really is a funny song (the bass sings the
verses).

Joe    

    A tenor sings it on the very old recording I have (somewhere).
    But it was a barbershop quartet.  Are you sure it was the bass?
    
    It is a performance by Tom Lear.  He also did songs like:
    "National Brotherhood Week"  (He was the one who coined the phrase "I
    realize there are people in this world who do not love their fellow man
    and I hat epeople like that!")
    
    "The Bomb"
    
    "The Vatican Rag" (Probably not very funny to Catholics, but at the
    time, PC wasn't PC.)
    
    Another rendition of "Tiptoe through the tulips" and a couple of other
    gems.  
    
    We got it on a reel to reel tape which we played on our Walensak. 
    Sometime in the 60's.
    
    And yes, I know all (most) of the lyrics to these songs.
    
    "We'll try to stay serene and calm... when Alabama gets the bomb!"

    Do your ears hang low,
    Do they wobble to and fro
    Can you tie 'em in a knot
    Can you tie 'em in a bow
    Can you throw 'em over your shoulder
    Like a continental soldier
    Do you ears hang low?
    
    We used to sing this in Vacation Bible School.  It has all sorts of
    funny hand signals that go along with it.
    
    Always makes me smile,
    Fran

    
>>It is a performance by Tom Lear.  He also did songs like:

	Ahhh Mark, you too enjoy the sick humor of Tom Lehrer?

	"Once zee rockets are up, who cares ver zey come down!
	 It's not my depahrtment," say Wehrner von Braun.

	I have all the lyrics to all of his songs squirreled away
	in my account somewhere.

	Rick

    I take a fancy to the sick humour of Tom Lehrer, but he has to be taken
    with a grain of salt
    
    	"U.N. and O.A.S., they have their place I guess,
    	But what do we do? Send the MARINES!"
    
    -Rick