World Poetry Day

[sandyRoe]

The rain it rained on the just, and also on the unjust fella.

But chiefly on the just because the unjust hath the justs umbrella ☔.

Have you a favourite verse?

[wolf63]

I like:

This Be The Verse

BY PHILIP LARKIN

They *** you up, your mum and dad.   

    They may not mean to, but they do.   

They fill you with the faults they had

    And add some extra, just for you.

 

But they were *** up in their turn

    By fools in old-style hats and coats,   

Who half the time were soppy-stern

    And half at one another’s throats.

 

Man hands on misery to man.

    It deepens like a coastal shelf.

Get out as early as you can,

    And don’t have any kids yourself.

😁

[Old_Geezer]

It may be world poetry day,

But a little poetry goes a long way !

[scorpiojo]

LOVE is enough: though the World be a-waning,

And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,

Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover

The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,

Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,

And this day draw a veil over all deeds pass'd over,

Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter;

The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter

These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover

[Ken4155]

Fleas.

Adam had 'em

[Spartypuss]

Twas on the good ship Venus.

By gum you should have seen us.

The figurehead was a duck in bed.

Quacking...

[Ken4155]

Fly by, burst out, angry tingle

Run amok with Dhobie's itch

Tickled pink, oh where's the ointment?

Ren pell-mell without a stitch

Happy purr the pussy's making

Taking pleasure, sprung the trap

Paid in full for all that shafting

Ha ha ha, he's got the clap

[johnny.5]

There are holes in the sky
Where the rain gets in
But they're ever so small
That's why the rain is thin.

[Hopkirk]

When I was One,

I had just begun.

When I was Two,

I was nearly new.

When I was Three

I was hardly me.

When I was Four,

I was not much more.

When I was Five,

I was just alive.

But now I am Six,

I'm as clever as clever,

So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.

[jno]

Fear no more the heat o’ the sun,
Nor the furious winter’s rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

I should probably learn the other verses as well. It's pretty well the only Shakespeare I know.