What is normal, I ask of you?
Why does everyone aspire, of this, to do?
Why can’t they stop and think again?
Then reject normality, both women and men.
Why do they follow, like cattle do?
I am sure they know it, know that it’s true.
Perhaps acting, so, gives them peace of mind,
Or perhaps it lessens the daily grind,
Pain, however, MUST be met head on,
By doing so we can then move on.
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Posted by The Crazymad Writer on November 25, 2013 in children's stories, david walliams, humour, poems, rhyme stew, Stories for children
Tags: children, kids, life, peom, roald dahl, the new roal
Bolf was a troll, and he had a little bag,
And he filled it up with trash, trash, trash;
Then he looked inside, and said to himself,
What a fine haul, what a stash, stash, stash.
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When he brought it home to his troll wife Joan,
And he told her to look inside, side, side,
She gazed in the bag and sang out with joy,
Such a fine stash of trash, trash, trash.
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Then they both sat down and ate the fine meal,
The very best meal they had, had, had, had.
The junk and the trash, and the tins and the crass,
Eaten with relish were soon gone, gone, gone.
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Posted by The Crazymad Writer on November 22, 2013 in Aliens, children's stories, humor, humour, Ireland, Stories for children, The new Roald Dahl
Tags: Bookselling, download, E-book, ebooks, eBooks for children, fairytale, stories for children, the NEW Roald Dahl
There was an angry old Troll,
Who wanted to get rid of us all,
So he started to sing,
Like Des O’Connor, real mean,
And bored us to death; did that Troll.
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Posted by The Crazymad Writer on November 22, 2013 in children's stories, humor, humour, Ireland, rhyme stew, Roald Dahl, Stories for children, The new Roald Dahl
Bolf was a troll
Who lived in a hole,
Doing nothing at all,
Or so I am told,
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One day while alone,
In his dank little home,
A stick falling into the hole,
Struck his troll dome.
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Grabbing hold of the stick,
Bolf made ready to hit,
The culprit, the thick,
Who played the cruel trick,
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But on gazing outside,
His dank little hide,
Bolf saw no one in sight,
With his beady troll eyes.
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Then he saw the fine day,
Not damp and all grey,
Like his hole in the clay,
That he thought was okay.
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Climbing out of his hole,
Bolf fell in love with it all,
The beautiful world,
God’s gift to us all.
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Posted by The Crazymad Writer on November 22, 2013 in children's stories, humor, humour, Stories for children
Tags: Nursery rhyme, poem, rhyme, troll
Posted by The Crazymad Writer on November 22, 2013 in children's stories, david walliams, humor, humour, Ireland, Stories for children, The new Roald Dahl
dog
I am a dog (that’s god spelt backwards).
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Yes; dog.
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dog, dog, dog.
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Woof!
It’s good being a dog.
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I can bark whenever I want to.
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I can play whenever I want to…
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And I can do nothing, if I so want to.
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It’s really quite grand being a dog.
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I have just seen next-door’s cat, so I must dash.
(It’s about time she had a good scare!)
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Signed: dog (with a small d).
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Posted by The Crazymad Writer on November 21, 2013 in children's stories, humor, humour, Stories for children
Tags: Activities, Dog, Dog park, funny poem, humor, Pets, poem, Recreation, Woof
Posted by The Crazymad Writer on November 20, 2013 in humor, humour
Are you normal?
Do you want to be,
A faceless person in a heaving sea,
With no aims, ambitions, dreams or goals,
Just happily plodding along that road?
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Are you slowly dying?
Don’t you feel the magic of each new day,
The sounds of laughter as children play,
The warmth of the sun on your back, so good,
The song of birds, the smell of wood?
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Are you passing time?
Don’t you wonder at the sky, so blue?
The start and end so vague to you.
I hear you say, ‘I am happy, still,’
So too is an ant that has no will.
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Wake up, wake up!
It’s not too late,
There still is time to change your fate,
Renounce the normal, do something MAD,
Shock them all create a fad.
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Be yourself, alive with goals,
With dreams and wonders still untold,
Exult this life in your distinctive way,
It’s yours alone; you must have your say,
Lest you slip into oblivion without a trace (left behind).
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Posted by The Crazymad Writer on November 4, 2013 in a question for you to consider, humor, humour, news, poems
Tags: are you normal?, normal, poem, stories for children
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