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Favorite childhood poem 1 week 3 days ago #3643538

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Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away...

When I came home last night at three,
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall,
I couldn't see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don't you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don't slam the door...

Last night I saw upon the stair,
A little man who wasn't there,
He wasn't there again today
Oh, how I wish he'd go away...

Hugo Mearns
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Favorite childhood poem 1 week 2 days ago #3643769

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I wonder if anyone can help me here, when I was about 5yrs old my big sister had this old book that was ripped and had no cover but it had many interesting things inside and one of those things was a poem about a lady hanging her clothes out on a windy day, I can only remember a small piece of it and wonder if anyone knows the rest? .......... and wouldn't you be a little upset if the wind blows off your hat, but Mary Magee is wiser you see and when the wind blows you can hear her cry, never mind Mr Breeze the more you tease the quicker my clothes will dry....... sorry but that all I can think of, does anyone have any ideas?

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Favorite childhood poem 1 week 1 day ago #3644128

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Trila wrote:

Serena77 wrote: I became a young aunt and entertained my nieces.... one of the poems I memorized
by heart after reciting it so many times. They loved it!

It is referred to as a 'nonsense' poem. Lear wrote the poem for a three-year-old girl, Janet Symonds, the daughter of Lear's friend poet John Addington Symonds and his wife Catherine Symonds.

It was first published during 1871 as part of his book Nonsense Songs, Stories, Botany, and Alphabets.

The term "runcible", used for the phrase "runcible spoon", was invented for the poem.




The Owl and the Pussy-Cat

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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,
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"

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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?"

They 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 at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.


III
"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 next day
By the Turkey who 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,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.


That is so cute!!!


Thanks... my little nieces wore me out reciting it.. but it was from the same book
as illustrated.. and it was really fun! smile.png

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Favorite childhood poem 1 week 1 day ago #3644152

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I was - and still am - an avid reader, but poetry just didn't engage my interest at all when I was a kid. In my teens I liked The Metaphysical Poets and even now I get my tattered old copy of them out and read them.

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Favorite childhood poem 1 week 1 day ago #3644204

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Sirfurryanimal wrote: Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away...

When I came home last night at three,
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall,
I couldn't see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don't you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don't slam the door...

Last night I saw upon the stair,
A little man who wasn't there,
He wasn't there again today
Oh, how I wish he'd go away...

Hugo Mearns


I like that!!!!

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Favorite childhood poem 1 week 1 day ago #3644272

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Only one I remember
Roses are red
violets are blue
leaves are green

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Favorite childhood poem 1 week 1 day ago #3644304

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In high school in 1954, I memorized this poem. I can still recite it today.

Old Ironsides
BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SR.

Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
Long has it waved on high,
And many an eye has danced to see
That banner in the sky;
Beneath it rung the battle shout,
And burst the cannon’s roar;—
The meteor of the ocean air
Shall sweep the clouds no more!

Her deck, once red with heroes’ blood
Where knelt the vanquished foe,
When winds were hurrying o’er the flood
And waves were white below,
No more shall feel the victor’s tread,
Or know the conquered knee;—
The harpies of the shore shall pluck
The eagle of the sea!

O, better that her shattered hulk
Should sink beneath the wave;
Her thunders shook the mighty deep,
And there should be her grave;
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every thread-bare sail,
And give her to the god of storms,—
The lightning and the gale!

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