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    Friday Poetry Corner





    Far and few, far and few,
    Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
    Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
    And they went to sea in a Sieve.





    They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,
    In a Sieve they went to sea:

    In spite of all their friends could say,
    On a winter's morn, on a stormy day,
    In a Sieve they went to sea!

    And when the Sieve turned round and round,
    And every one cried, 'You'll all be drowned!'

    They called aloud, 'Our Sieve ain't big,
    But we don't care a button! we don't care a fig!
    In a Sieve we'll go to sea!'

    Far and few, far and few,
    Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
    Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
    And they went to sea in a Sieve.



    II

    They sailed away in a Sieve, they did,
    In a Sieve they sailed so fast,
    With only a beautiful pea-green veil

    Tied with a riband by way of a sail,
    To a small tobacco-pipe mast;
    And every one said, who saw them go,
    'O won't they be soon upset, you know!

    For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long,
    And happen what may, it's extremely wrong
    In a Sieve to sail so fast!'

    Far and few, far and few,
    Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
    Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
    And they went to sea in a Sieve.



    III
    The water it soon came in, it did,
    The water it soon came in;

    So to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet
    In a pinky paper all folded neat,
    And they fastened it down with a pin.

    And they passed the night in a crockery-jar,
    And each of them said, 'How wise we are!
    Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long,
    Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong,

    While round in our Sieve we spin!'
    Far and few, far and few,
    Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
    Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
    And they went to sea in a Sieve.



    IV
    And all night long they sailed away;
    And when the sun went down,
    They whistled and warbled a moony song
    To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,
    In the shade of the mountains brown.
    'O Timballo! How happy we are,

    When we live in a Sieve and a crockery-jar,
    And all night long in the moonlight pale,
    We sail away with a pea-green sail,

    In the shade of the mountains brown!'
    Far and few, far and few,
    Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
    Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
    And they went to sea in a Sieve.



    V
    They sailed to the Western Sea, they did,
    To a land all covered with trees,

    And they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,
    And a pound of Rice, and a Cranberry Tart,
    And a hive of silvery Bees.

    And they bought a Pig, and some green Jack-daws,
    And a lovely Monkey with lollipop paws,
    And forty bottles of Ring-Bo-Ree,
    And no end of Stilton Cheese.

    Far and few, far and few,
    Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
    Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
    And they went to sea in a Sieve.



    VI
    And in twenty years they all came back,
    In twenty years or more,
    And every one said, 'How tall they've grown!
    For they've been to the Lakes, and the Torrible Zone,
    And the hills of the Chankly Bore!'
    And they drank their health, and gave them a feast
    Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast;
    And every one said, 'If we only live,
    We too will go to sea in a Sieve,---
    To the hills of the Chankly Bore!'


    Far and few, far and few,
    Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
    Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
    And they went to sea in a Sieve.


    Edward Lear
    Last edited by AlfredJPruffock; 16 September 2005, 10:57.

    #2
    Sola gratia

    Sola fide

    Soli Deo gloria

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      #3



      Far and few, far and few,
      Are the lands where the Blairabees live;
      Their Chancellor is Brown and their hearts are black
      And they went to War In Iraq

      You'll all be killed !
      You'll all be killed !



      We dont give a button ....we dont give a fig
      Because our Chancellor is Brown and our hearts are Black
      And they are off to War in Iraq

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        #4
        Originally posted by AlfredJPruffock
        What are they doing in that picture???
        Autom...Sprow...Canna...Tik banna...Sandwol...But no sera smee

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          #5
          There was a young man called Reg
          Who had a young girl in a hedge
          Along came his wife
          With a big carving knife
          And cut off his meat and two veg.

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            #6
            Dogs

            Nice to see a lot of Floyd lyrics floating around this board recently. Keeping to this trend, a much neglected gem from a much overlooked classic album.


            You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
            You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
            You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
            And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
            You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

            And after a while, you can work on points for style.
            Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
            A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
            You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
            So that when they turn their backs on you,
            You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

            You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
            You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you
            get older.
            And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
            Hide your head in the sand,
            Just another sad old man,
            All alone and dying of cancer.


            And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
            And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
            And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
            around.
            So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
            Dragged down by the stone.

            I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
            Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
            Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
            If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this
            maze?

            Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
            That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
            And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
            And everything's done under the sun,
            And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

            Who was born in a house full of pain.
            Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
            Who was told what to do by the man.
            Who was broken by trained personnel.
            Who was fitted with collar and chain.
            Who was given a seat in the stand.
            Who was breaking away from the pack.
            Who was only a stranger at home.
            Who was ground down in the end.
            Who was found dead on the phone.
            Who was dragged down by the stone.
            Autom...Sprow...Canna...Tik banna...Sandwol...But no sera smee

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              #7
              "There are holes in the sky where the rain gets in
              But they're ever so small
              That's why rain is thin. "
              - Spike Milligan

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                #8
                Hey Ho WS why not some more floyd , BTW which ones Pink ?

                Off to La Belle France this weekend so how about San Tropez ...ah lovely song that was...


                St Tropez


                As I reach for a peach, slide around down behind
                The sofa in San Tropez

                Breaking a stick with a brick on the sand
                Riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan

                Sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness
                Scratched by the sand that fell from my love

                Deep in my dreams and I still hear her calling
                If you're alone I'll come home


                Backwards and home bound, the pigeon, the dove
                Gone with the wind and the rain on an airplane

                Owning a home with no silver spoon
                I'm drinking champagne like a big tycoon

                Sooner than wait for a break in the weather
                I'll gather my far flung thoughts together

                Speeding away on a wind to a new day
                If you're alone I'll come home

                And I pause for a while by a country stile
                And listen to things they say

                Digging for gold in the hole in my hand
                Open the book, take a look at the way things stand

                And you're leading me down to the place by the sea
                I hear your soft voice calling to me

                Making a date for later by phone
                And if you're alone I'll come home

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                  #9
                  Originally posted by steve'O
                  "There are holes in the sky where the rain gets in
                  But they're ever so small
                  That's why rain is thin. "
                  - Spike Milligan
                  Im fixing a hole
                  Where the rain gets in
                  And Stops my mind
                  From Wandering
                  Where it will go ...

                  Im painting the room
                  In a colourful way
                  And when my mind is wandering
                  There it will go ...


                  Where it will go ...



                  Lennon McCartney

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                    #10
                    Originally posted by AlfredJPruffock
                    Hey Ho WS why not some more floyd , BTW which ones Pink ?
                    I thought Pink was in charge of the funny farm. At least that's where he wanted the answers sent.
                    Autom...Sprow...Canna...Tik banna...Sandwol...But no sera smee

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