Poems
14.03.2010 / 10.35 am
 
by J Milton Hayes
Rating: 2.00
Votes: 1
THE COLONEL stopped, and glared around,
Then, pointing sternly to the ground,
'What does this mean?' demanded he,
'A piece of orange peel I see!'
The Major called the Captain then,
And said, 'By Gad! Your fault again!
Now what the blazes do you mean
By letting all this filth be seen?'

The Captain sniffed, but took the snub,
Then, calling to the junior Sub.,
Observed, 'Look here, what's all this mess?
It's fit for pigs, sir, nothing less!'

The junior Sub. blushed crimson red,
Then, to the Sergeant-major, said,
'I'm quite fed up, and all that rot!
I mean to say a pigsty! What?'

The Sergeant-major, filled with rage,
Attacked the Sergeant at this stage,
'You careless swab! jump to it smart.
Oh strewth! You break my blinkin 'eart!'

The Sergeant, starting in to
Apostrophized the Corporal, thus,
'You lazy, lumberin', boss-eyed lout!
Who chucked this crimson fruit about?'

The Corporal frowned, and turned his eye
On Private Atkins passing by;
'Hi! you! Come 'ere, you slobberin' sweep,
Just shift this festerin' rubbish 'eap!'

And Private Atkins, filled with gloom,
Applied himself with spade and broom:
'They talk a ruddy lot,' Quothe he,
'But 'oo does all the work? Why me'


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You Know What I Mean

I'VE noticed this happen, when everything is black,
When I'm down below zero and cannot get back,
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My Old Football

YOU can keep your antique silver and your statuettes of bronze,
Your curios and tapestries so fine,
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Merchandise

MERCHANDISE! Merchandise! Tortoiseshell, spices,
Carpets and Indigo sent o'er the highseas;
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Pad, Pad

I always remember your beautiful flowers
And the beautiful kimono you wore
Rating: 5.00
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The Broken Heart

He is stark mad, who ever says,
That he hath been in love an hour,
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Translated From Geibel

O say, thou wild, thou oft deceived heart,
What mean these noisy throbbings in my breast?
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Miss Loo

When thin-strewn memory I look through,
I see most clearly poor Miss Loo,
Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1
 

A Neighbours Tears

O heighth! o Depthe! upon my bended knees
Who dare Expound these Wondrous Mysteries:
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