Posted on 05/08/2005 8:31:59 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
Morning men.
Oh I had a horse and his name was Bill
And when he ran he couldn't stand still
He ran away one day
And also I ran with him
He ran so fast he could not stop
He ran into a barber shop
Fell exhaustionized - with his eye teeth -
In the barber's left shoulder
I had a gal and her name was Daisy
And when she sang the cat went crazy
With deliriums - St. Vituses -
And all kinds of cataleptics
One day she sang a song about
A man who turned himself inside out
And jumped into the river
He was so very sleepy
I'm going out in the woods next year
And shoot for beer and not for deer
Well I am, well I ain't
I'm a great sharpshootress
At shooting birds I am a beaut
There is no bird I cannot shoot
In the eye, in the ear, in the teeth
And in the fingers
I went up in a balloon so big
The people on earth looked like, a pig
Like a mouse, like a caddydid
Like flyses and like fleases
The balloon had turned up with its bottom side high
Fell on the wife of a country squire
She made a noise like a doghound, like a steam whistle
And also like dynamite
What, could you do in a case like that
What can you do but stamp on your hat
Or on your grandmother, on your toothbrush
And on everything that's helpless.
Carl Sandburg
American Songbag 1950
"Mornign!"
A rather benign good morning, eh??
LOL
What a hoot!! Sounds like a bad dream ol Carl had the night before.:-)
Good morning, Sam!
Candle
I think the author is talking about her spirit in this poem, it is the life of all of us. Interesting poem.
Golden oldies this morning.
Thanks for all. Have a great day me FRiend.
That was Darksheare...... he has the best typos at FR: )
Very good poem!
LOL Are you sure?? I was positive it was posted by IA!!
To: international american
Mornign!
The usual morning stuff on my end.
120 posted on 05/12/2005 7:31:27 AM PDT by Darksheare (There is a flaw in my surreality, it's totally unrealistic.)
:-)
They said, "He thinks he can sing."
They threw back their heads to laugh.
With quaint countenances
They regarded him.
They were very curious,
Those three little birds in a row.
LOL!
I knew I typo'd "morning" somewhere.. I just wasn't sure where.
Wish I could stomp him out.
Would not be the same Darksheare if you didn't do typos!
GRIN
I know.
Some of the typos are very unfortunate and untimely at times.
;-)
That poem can actually be taken literally or
metaphorically, something which makes me
a bit proud... as I don't usually write something
that can be seen both ways. Metaphorically, the
butterfly is love.
Yes, be proud, it's a good poem and good writing.
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