Seriously, I am not making this request just to bring the adolescents out of the woodwork. Can anyone direct me to a poem, preferably funny, about building a house.
Seriously, I am not making this request just to bring the adolescents out of the woodwork. Can anyone direct me to a poem, preferably funny, about building a house.
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The 3 Little Pigs ring a bell?
something should rhyme in there.
But the more I think about it, we should be able to do something here you can use. Limericks here at Breaktime was sometimes considered an art.
Start it off, and they'll fill the rest.
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Edited 7/16/2007 10:29 pm ET by calvin
Edited 7/16/2007 10:30 pm ET by calvin
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The bad news is you've done exactly the right things to be exactly where you are today.
"IdahoDon 1/31/07"
May is building her House
By Richard Le Gallienne1866-1947
May is building her house. With apple blooms She is roofing over the glimmering rooms; Of the oak and the beech hath she builded its beams, And, spinning all day at her secret looms, With arras of leaves each wind-swayed wall She pictureth over, and peopleth it all With echoes and dreams, And singing of streams. May is building her house. Of petal and blade, Of the roots of the oak, is the flooring made, With a carpet of mosses and lichen and clover, Each small miracle over and over, And tender, traveling green things strayed. Her windows, the morning and evening star, And her rustling doorways, ever ajar With the coming and going Of fair things blowing, The thresholds of the four winds are. May is building her house. From the dust of things She is making the songs and the flowers and the wings; From October's tossed and trodden gold She is making the young year out of the old; Yea: out of winter's flying sleet She is making all the summer sweet, And the brown leaves spurned of November's feet She is changing back again to spring's. The bad news is you've done exactly the right things to be exactly where you are today.
"IdahoDon 1/31/07"
There was a crooked old man
Who lived in a crooked old. . .
Oh! Wait, this is Fine Home Building.
Ok! Ok!
There was a young lass from Nantucket
Who . . .
Oops, This is a family forum, ain't it?
I'm sorry, I only wear size 9s, I can't help you.
SamT
a house by any other name
shall never sound as sweet
as porch wrapped round
with flowered ground
there on 'paid for' street.
September 1, 1842. Mr. Thoreau dined with us yesterday. He is a singular character — a young man with much of wild original nature still remaining in him; and so far as he is sophisticated, it is in a way and method of his own. He is as ugly as sin, long-nosed, queer-mouthed, and with uncouth and rustic, though courteous manners, corresponding very well with such an exterior. But his ugliness is of an honest and agreeable fashion, and becomes him much better than beauty. He was educated, I believe, at Cambridge, and foremerly kept school in this town; but for two or three years back, he has repudiated all regular modes of getting a living, and seems inclined to lead a sort of Indian life among civilized men — an Indian life, I mean, as respects the absence of any systematic effort for a livelihood.
-Nathaniel Hawthorne, from American Notebooks
A finsihed house is a listed house
by Lisa L
Oh wait..thats not a poem
"Even if embryonic stem cells are absolutely good for nothing at all how can anyone in good conscience be against using them for research given that they are going to be destroyed anyway"? J.Hayes
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