That poetry thing
Oct. 15th, 2004 01:13 pmIt said, when you read this, post a poem.
This was the first one to come to mind.
Jenny kissed me, when we met
Jumping from the chair she sat in.
Time you thief!, Who loves to get
Sweets into your list; put that in.
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad
Say health and wealth have miss'd me.
Say I'm growing old, but add
Jenny kissed me.
Leigh Hunt
"I could not love thee half so much, loved I not honor more."
This was the first one to come to mind.
Jenny kissed me, when we met
Jumping from the chair she sat in.
Time you thief!, Who loves to get
Sweets into your list; put that in.
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad
Say health and wealth have miss'd me.
Say I'm growing old, but add
Jenny kissed me.
Leigh Hunt
"I could not love thee half so much, loved I not honor more."
no subject
Date: 2004-10-15 09:01 pm (UTC)one crying and spying young brother for sale.
I'm really not kidding,
so who will start bidding?
Do I hear a quarter?
a nickel?
a dime?
a penny?
Oh, isn't there, isn't there, isn't there any
any one person who will buy this young brother for sale?
Shel Silverstein (possibly slightly off since I'm doing it from memory)
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Date: 2004-10-17 03:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 04:21 pm (UTC)