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The Crazymad Writer got stuck in the lavatory

04 Sep

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Oh, dear what can the matter be?

Crazymad Writer got stuck in the lavatory,

He was there from Sunday to Saturday,

Nobody knew he was there.

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The first bad day was ever so grim,

Sat there; it was incredibly dim,

Away from the light ‘tween bowl and the rim

And nobody knew he was there

*

The third bad day was really no better,

Stuck inside, looking for paper,

All he could find was a bricklayer’s scraper,

And nobody knew he was there.

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The fourth bad day was a terrible mess,

Stuck in that place, amidst smell and cess,

Then he slipped on the floor and hurt – you can guess,

And nobody knew he was there.

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CONTD

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Posted by on September 4, 2014 in funny story, poems, Song

 

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Let’s go Fly a Kite

07 Jul

With tuppence for paper and string, Horace had his own set of wings,

With his feet on the ground he was a bird in flight,

With his fist holding tight to the string of his kite.

Oh, oh, oh, Let’s go fly a kite,

Up to the highest heights!

Let’s go fly a kite and send it soaring,

Up through the atmosphere,

Up where the air is clear,

Oh, let’s go fly a kite.

*

When he sent it flying up there,

All at once he was lighter than air,

He danced on the breeze over houses and trees,

With his fist holding tight to the string of his kite.

Oh, oh, oh, Let’s go fly a kite,

Up to the highest heights!

Let’s go fly a kite and send it soaring,

Up through the atmosphere,

Up where the air is clear,

Oh, let’s go fly a kite.

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Posted by on July 7, 2014 in musical

 

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Hurdy Gurdy Man – Donovan

24 Jun

Hurdy Gurdy Man – Donovan

“Hurdy Gurdy Man” with extra verse from “Live in Japan 1973” album.

Thrown like a star in my vast sleep
I opened my eyes to take a peek
To find that I was by the sea
Gazing with tranquility

‘Tis then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
He comes singing the songs of love
Then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
He comes singing the songs of love

“Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy”, he sang
“Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy”, he sang
“Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy”, he sang

Histories of ages past
Hung in light and shadows cast
Down through all eternity
The crying of humanity

‘Tis then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
He comes singing the songs of love
Then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
He comes singing the songs of love

“Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy”, he sang
“Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy”, he sang
“Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy”, he sang

Extra verse (written by George Harrison and Donovan)

When truth gets very deep
Beneath a thousand years of sleep
Time demands a turn around
And once again the truth is found

Awakening the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Who comes singing the songs of love
Here come the Hurdy Gurdy Man
And his singing the songs of love

“Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy”, he sang
“Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy”, he sang
“Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy”, he sang
“Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy”, he sang.

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Posted by on June 24, 2014 in Song

 

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The Whizzpopper Song, by The BFG (and Sophie)

17 Jun

“A whizzpopper!” cried the BFG, beaming at her. “Us giants is making whizzpoppers all the time! Whizzpopping is a sign of happiness. It is music in our ears! You surely is not telling me that a little whizzpopping if forbidden among human beans?”
― Roald Dahl, The BFG

 
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Posted by on June 17, 2014 in funny video, humor, humour, The BFG

 

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Cat Stevens – Father and Son

06 Jun

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Father and Son, Part Two – Thirty Years On

(Inspired by the original version written by Cat Stevens).

Father:
It’s now time to make a change,
Not relax or take it easy.
You’re grown up, that’s so good,
But there’s still so much to do.
You’ve a wife, and a child,
You settled down, and you married.
I am gone, though I’m gone, I am happy.

I can now recall a time, and admit it wasn’t easy,
To be calm in the turmoil we call youth.
But I have travelled, journeyed on,
To a time, a place we all can reach.
Where our yesterdays and morrows are at peace with today.

Son:
You don’t need to explain; though you’ve gone we are now closer.
Though the story’s the same, we have changed.
We were so caught up in talk it was impossible to listen.
It took me time, now I know I don’t have to go away.
I don’t have to go.

Father:
It’s now time to make change,
Get right on, embrace it.
You’re grown up, that’s so good,
But there’s still so much you can do.
You’ve a wife, and a child,
You settled down, you married.
I am gone, I am gone, but I’m happy.

Son:
No more times, wasted times, hiding truth I knew was deep inside,
It’s good, but even better in sharing.
Yes, they were right, I agree, I’m free to know you and me.
Now I can see and I know I don’t have to go away.
I don’t have to go.

(Optional Extra Verse)
Son:
My Father, you and I, we cannot, must not be kept apart in time,
We’ll soon be rejoined in the heavens.
Where time will be all gone; and thus unshackled from our minds
We’ll all be free, and we’ll know we don’t have to go away.
We won’t have to go.

 
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Posted by on June 6, 2014 in Cat Stevens

 

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Oh, To Have Legs…

17 Apr

Slug

Oh to have legs like insects and things,

To walk on all fours is something I dream,

Or even just two, like HU-MAN THEINGS.

Would make me so happy, would realise my dreams

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I dream of the day, I grow legs and see,

What it feels like to walk, not slime so lowly,

You see, I am a poor slug with no legs at all,

A garbled old thing, just slime and slow drawl.

*

Now don’t get me wrong it’s not all bad, I confess,

There are some perks living in a damp mess,

But I cannot help wonder about legs, I admit,

Oh lord give me legs, be it two, four or six.

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Posted by on April 17, 2014 in humor, humour, poems

 

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The Green Fields Of France

26 Mar

The Green Fields Of France

The Furey Brothers and Davey Arthur

 
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Posted by on March 26, 2014 in Ireland, Song

 

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Sweet Mother

10 Mar

Owerri is the capital of Imo State in Nigeria, set in the heart of the Igboland.

Owerri consists of three Local Govern Areas including Owerri Municipal, Owerri North and Owerri West, it has an estimated population of about 400,000 as of 2006 and is approximately 40 square miles (100 km2) in area. Owerri is bordered by the Otamiri River to the east and the Nworie River to the south.

The Owerri Slogan is Heartland. It is currently referred to as the entertainment capital of Nigeria and is home to an annual beauty pageant called “Miss Heartland”.

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Posted by on March 10, 2014 in Stories for children

 

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I Still Call Australia Home

04 Dec

I Still Call Australia Home

 
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Posted by on December 4, 2013 in Australia, The new Roald Dahl

 

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I am a Troll and I live in a hole

25 Nov

I am a Troll and I live in a hole

I’m not a bat or a rat or a cat,
I’m not a gnu or a kangaroo,
I’m not a goose or a moose on the loose,
I am a troll and I live in a hole.
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I’m not a cow or a chow or a sow,
I’m not a snake or a hake or a drake,
I’m not a flea or a wee chimpanzee,
I am a troll and I live in a hole.
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Yarg yarg, quarck quarck, fried boiled or roast,
You’re the slick chick I dig the most ,
I’m not a ram or a clam or a lamb,
I’m not a hog or a frog or a dog,
I’m not a bus or a hip-potomus,
I am a troll and I live in a hole.
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Yarg yarg, quarck quarck, fried boiled or roast,
You’re the slick chick I dig the most,
I’m not a ram or a clam or a lamb,
I’m not a hog or a frog or a dog,
I’m not a bus or a hip-potomus,
I am a troll and I live in a hole.
I am a troll and I live in a hole.
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Posted by on November 25, 2013 in children's stories, Christmas songs, david walliams, humor, humour, Stories for children, The new Roald Dahl

 

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