Learning poems

[Adalbertus]

I was always lazy learning poems, but I just thought it is time to learn one - which is worth learning. So, I`m looking for Limericks (english, german, french) with four or six lines. In fact, they should show some eloquence and humour. Any ideas?

(P.S. I know what I'm asking for ...)

[Zkribbler]

Limericks

I can't think of any limericks that wouldn't get me permabanned. Let's see: "There once was a young lad from Nantucket..." No, that won't work.

How about something useful from the Rubyat of Omar Kayaam:

The moving finger writes, and having writ, moves on.
Not all your piety nor wit can call it back to erase half a line,
Or all your tears wash out a single word.

In other words: Forget about it!

[Koyaanisqatsi]

Start with something easy, like this, then step up to the harder stuff.

[KrazyHorse]

Re: Learning poems

Originally posted by Adalbertus
So, I`m looking for Limericks [...] with four or six lines

Good luck with that

[Eli]

The only poem part I know by heart:

That sunny dome ! those caves of ice !
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware ! Beware !
His flashing eyes, his floating hair !
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

SMAC

[Adalbertus]

Originally posted by Koyaanisqatsi
Start with something easy, like this, then step up to the harder stuff.

Andra moi ennepe mousa, polytropon os mala polla
planchthe, ... *yawn* (yeah, the link is the other one)

It's not the stuff I thought of.

[lord of the mark]

Originally posted by Eli
The only poem part I know by heart:

That sunny dome ! those caves of ice !
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware ! Beware !
His flashing eyes, his floating hair !
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

SMAC

In Xanadu did Kublai Khan a stately pleasure dome decree
where alph the sacred river ran
through caverns measureless to man
down to a sunless sea

I dont remember the rest.

[lord of the mark]

i am myself, and what I assume, you shall assume
for every bit of me as good belongs to you

[Adalbertus]

Originally posted by Eli
The only poem part I know by heart:

That sunny dome ! those caves of ice !
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware ! Beware !
His flashing eyes, his floating hair !
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

SMAC

A handsome young Cyborg named Ace,
Wooed women at every base,
But once ladies glanced at
His special enhancement
They vanished with nary a trace.

SMAX (five lines, though)

[lord of the mark]

try this

By the rude bridge that arched the flood
Their banner to the breeze unfurled
There the embattled farmers stood
And fired the shot heard round the world

[Cort Haus]

There once was a website called Poly
Whose posters would tend to get trolly
They'd hurl some obuse
And act all obtuse
But none could confuse like the Molly

[Adalbertus]

Cort Haus, That would do without the last line

[Japher]

THERE are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths
Where highways never ran-
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

-First Stanza, Hose by the side of the Road, S.W. Foss

[Zkribbler]

It was only a nightmare; it was only a dream,
But it bothered me all through the night.
Ten women were fighting to make love to me,
And the ugly one kept winning the fight.

...Nipsy Russell

[General Ludd]

Originally posted by Japher
THERE are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths
Where highways never ran-
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

-First Stanza, Hose by the side of the Road, S.W. Foss

A poem about a hose?