Moose's Poem

[James S]

Here lies the body of our Anna,
Done to death by a banana.
It wasn't the fruit that laid her low,
but the skin of the thing that made her go.

[suchiaruzu]

[James S]

The Vagabond

Give to me the life I love,
Let the lave go by me,
Give the jolly heaven above
And the byway nigh me.
Bed in the bush with stars to see,
Bread I dip in the river –
There’s the life for a man like me,
There’s the life for ever.

Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o’er me;
Give the face of earth around
And the road before me.
Wealth I seek not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I seek, the heaven above
And the road below me.

Or let autumn fall on me
Where afield I linger,
Silencing the bird on tree,
Biting the blue finger.
White as meal the frosty field –
Warm the fireside haven –
Not to autumn will I yield,
Not to winter even!

Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o’er me;
Give the face of earth around,
And the road before me.
Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I ask the heaven above,
And the road below me.

[Pam]

There once was a man from Nantucket...

[Paul]

[James S]

[Pam]

[Paul]

[Pam]

[RICoder]

[Village_Ideot]

and sometimes rhyme is spelled without the h...

[James S]

But apparently not ALL the time.