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Poetry PageThose were the days The days when life was kind And the moon smiled over me Those were the ways Those were the days A squirrel scurries away And the trees giggle merrily Those were the ways Those were the days A fresh baked apple pie And beautiful buttermilk Those were the ways Those were the days Tripping on cobblestone streets While the children swing in the branches Those were the ways By Anonymous Life is like a river I'm drowning Please teach me to swim Life is like a highway I'm not going Please teach me how to drive Life is like a sky I'm falling Please teach me how to fly Please Please Please Why? By Anonymous The bird flies and the fish swims but what do I do? The crow caws and the salmon leaps up waterfalls but what do I do? Bacon. By Anonymous Black and blue and bickering; Angel-colored rainbows; Does he love me, am I he? Stately rabid pain goes. I am a boat, tossed in an ocean, The ocean is other people's opinions And I am the boat. The ocean makes the boat move forward Keep in mind I am the boat And I'm in the ocean! Splishy, splashy, Clunky sounds, I kiss the light fantastic Instructing, seeding, chemistry Wrap me in some plastic By Anonymous I am square With four holes Onions surround Like burrowing moles Taste my flavor Like my nature Deep inside The cow's hide Let me out You evil dinosaur White Castle Corporate whore. By J.P. Beaner Clowning; I am a tricky trickster The audience No children; No laughter. All too critical My big red nose Does not fit My makeup runs... Who am I? By J.P. Beaner My father beat me While my mother watched, I left home when I was 15 I hitched my way across country Dirty, wretched, I truned to crime I stole to eat Not to be famous! I hate this world Goodbye, Ronald You were my only friend. Rabble, Rabble, -CHOK!- By Todd McCafferty Ribbally bibbally boo Chuk Cha Chak Chum Sibal McBibally- That's how they say my name In Silly Fhilly Land. By Todd McCafferty She was real pretty like a butterfly named Janet who flittered on a flower ...named me! She was as tall as a 5'4" tree and had a fancy pen like the Pope's hat. I miss her. Like the period after Dr in Dr Pepper. By Todd McCafferty VCR, with a display so blue Let me express my love for you. I love you more than my TV, And I can tell you care for me. You never flash when you're unplugged So I clean your heads with love. When programmed to tape my favorite shows You always beep to let me know "Turn me off before you leave So I can tape, miraculously." You may get fuzzy when your heads aren't clean, But you're one tough little machine. Remember when the mini-fridge fell on you When I was moving home from school? And all the times when I would drag You home in paper or plastic bags, Or carry you 'round in that broken clothes basket Made of flimsy, old blue plastic? The protection was so very thin But you still glowed when I plugged you in. I know that we have had our fights, But when i read your manual, e'rything's all right. Plus, you get along so famously With mom's VCR and my TV. Your timer is so easy to set, And you never eat my videocasettes. Even though you have no stereo sound, I miss you when you're not around. Even though you didn't fit on my TV table And i had to use tape to hook up the cable, Out of all the VCRs I've ever known, You're the best, and the only one I've owned. By Jessica Brandt Do you have poetry?Send it on in! It can be romantic, heart-warming, humorous, or epic--we dont care! But if it makes the cut, you'll see it in the next issue of The Shrubbery. E-mail it to submit@theshrubbery.prohosting.com |