A good article on The Imaginative Conservative, entitled “Why You Should Read and Write Poetry”, http://www.theimaginativeconservative.org/2018/01/read-write-poetry-dwight-longenecker.html
Why You Should Read and Write Poetry
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There was a young man named Matt
There was a young man named Matt
Who owned an extremely small flat.
The place was so small
That it was really no flat at all
And he rented it to a cat!
There was a young man named Guy
There was a young man named Guy
Who owned a pet magpie.
They did most things together
In all kinds of weather
But Guy he couldn’t fly!
Shoe Size
You
Take a size 4 to five shoe.
I take a 10 to 11.
Heaven
Is an imagined place,
Although when my face
Does flush
(I blush
To say)
Heaven does not seem that far away
For me, but my shoe
Will not fit you
And we both agree
That yours are too small for me.
Keats had his Nightingale
Keats had his Nightingale, which made him think of death.
I have my owl, which brings to mind Macbeth.
Tis a different name
For the same
Thing.
The morning birds sing
Replacing the owl’s cry
And I
Ponder on Keats, who is remembered still
And wonder will
My owl survive
Long after I am alive.
There was a young lady named Lou
There was a young lady named Lou
Who lost her high heel shoe.
When it was found under my bed
Unprintable words where said,
But that’s strictly between me and you!
As I walk through the churchyard
As I walk through the churchyard,
Along this hard
Path,
I laugh
For although
The day Is cold, those below
Do not know
That it is so
The Utopian Waits For A Bright Dawn
The utopian waits for a bright dawn
To break,
While dystopians warn
Of a grey
Morn,
And we awake
To the same old day
There was a young lady named Louise
There was a young lady named Louise
Who swallowed a hive of honey bees.
They stung her real bad
But she wasn’t at all sad
As at least they made her sneeze!
There was a young man named Frank
There was a young man named Frank
Who worked in a very old bank.
He stole lots of money
To give to his honey
And his cell was cold and dank.
