Thomas's Monday Morning Poetry

Good morning,

Poets are interesting people. The analyze emotion and then write about it. Torment, grief and love are hot topics. They focus on intense emotion. I browse through a lot of poetry and I hardly ever find a poem that just reflects fun. So today I have decided that I am going to concentrate on two poems that will make the reader smile….

The first one is an adaptation of a nursery rhyme. Unless you want people to give you very strange looks at birthday parties, don’t repeat it to your children (if you have them).

Little Miss Muffet

Anonymous

Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Her knickers all tattered and torn.
It was not a spider
That sat down beside her,
But Little Boy Blue with a horn!

The following poem is my favourite one. This man was blessed with a beautiful imagination:

The Owl and The Pussycat

Edward Lear

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat.
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.

The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
‘Oh lovely Pussy! Oh Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!’

Pussy said to the Owl, ‘You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! Too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?’
The sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-Tree grows,
And there in a wood a Piggy-Wig stood,
With a ring through the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose!
With a ring at the end of his nose.

‘Dear Pig are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?’ Said the Piggy, ‘I will.’
So they took it away and were married the next day
By the turkey that lives on the hill.
They dined on mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
The danced to the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

Tootle pip,
Thomas