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Smiling is infectious,
you catch it like the flu,
When someone smiled at me today,
I started smiling too.
I passed around the corner
and someone saw my grin.
When he smiled I realized
I'd passed it on to him.
I thought about that smile,
then I realized its worth.
A single smile, just like mine
could travel round the earth.
So, if you feel a smile begin,
don't leave it undetected.
Let's start an epidemic quick,
and get the world infected!
you catch it like the flu,
When someone smiled at me today,
I started smiling too.
I passed around the corner
and someone saw my grin.
When he smiled I realized
I'd passed it on to him.
I thought about that smile,
then I realized its worth.
A single smile, just like mine
could travel round the earth.
So, if you feel a smile begin,
don't leave it undetected.
Let's start an epidemic quick,
and get the world infected!
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.The first poem I was asked to memorise at Infant School, think I was about five but still remember it...
Twenty froggies went to school
Down beside a rushing pool
Twenty little coats of green,
Twenty vests all white and clean.
"We must be in time," said they.
"First we study, then we play;
That is how we keep the rule
When we froggies go to school."
Master Bullfrog, brave and stern,
Called the classes in their turn;
Taught them how to nobly strive,
Also how to leap and dive.
Taught them how to dodge a blow
From the stick that bad boys throw.
Twenty froggies grew up fast,
Bullfrogs they became at last.
George Cooper
Twenty froggies went to school
Down beside a rushing pool
Twenty little coats of green,
Twenty vests all white and clean.
"We must be in time," said they.
"First we study, then we play;
That is how we keep the rule
When we froggies go to school."
Master Bullfrog, brave and stern,
Called the classes in their turn;
Taught them how to nobly strive,
Also how to leap and dive.
Taught them how to dodge a blow
From the stick that bad boys throw.
Twenty froggies grew up fast,
Bullfrogs they became at last.
George Cooper
there was a young maid from Aberystwyth
who took grain to the mill to get grist with
the miller's son Jack
said "A lass and a lack"
and united the organs they kissed with.
I always thought that was a heroic piece of rhyming. There is a ruder version, but there's been enough rudeness on this thread already.
who took grain to the mill to get grist with
the miller's son Jack
said "A lass and a lack"
and united the organs they kissed with.
I always thought that was a heroic piece of rhyming. There is a ruder version, but there's been enough rudeness on this thread already.
My poem was academic I had to recite it aloud in front of the class... But do remember the the school yard ones as well...
'They was a young man from bolosham
who took out his balls to was 'em
His wife said Jack you'd best put 'em back
...or I'll sit on the huggers and sqaush 'em.'
h=b in the last line.
'They was a young man from bolosham
who took out his balls to was 'em
His wife said Jack you'd best put 'em back
...or I'll sit on the huggers and sqaush 'em.'
h=b in the last line.
Thank you Pastsy, that is really cheerful.
I like this one, it is good to have someone to blame.
Mr Nobody - Poem by Anonymous
I know a funny little man,
As quiet as a mouse,
Who does the mischief that is done
In everybody's house.
There's no one ever sees his face,
And yet we all agree
That every plate we break was cracked
By Mr Nobody
‘Tis he who always tears our books,
who leaves our doors ajar;
he pulls the buttons from our shirts,
and scatters pins afar,
that squeaking door will always squeak,
because of this you see,
we leave the oiling to be done
by Mr Nobody.
He puts damp wood upon the fire,
So kettles cannot boil;
His are the feet that bring in mud
And all the carpets soil.
The papers always are mislaid,
Who had them last but he?
There's no one tosses them about
But Mr Nobody
The finger marked upon the door
By none of us are made;
We never leave the blind unclosed,
To let the curtains fade.
The ink we never spill; the boots
That lying round you. See
Are not our boots they all belong
To Mr Nobody.
I like this one, it is good to have someone to blame.
Mr Nobody - Poem by Anonymous
I know a funny little man,
As quiet as a mouse,
Who does the mischief that is done
In everybody's house.
There's no one ever sees his face,
And yet we all agree
That every plate we break was cracked
By Mr Nobody
‘Tis he who always tears our books,
who leaves our doors ajar;
he pulls the buttons from our shirts,
and scatters pins afar,
that squeaking door will always squeak,
because of this you see,
we leave the oiling to be done
by Mr Nobody.
He puts damp wood upon the fire,
So kettles cannot boil;
His are the feet that bring in mud
And all the carpets soil.
The papers always are mislaid,
Who had them last but he?
There's no one tosses them about
But Mr Nobody
The finger marked upon the door
By none of us are made;
We never leave the blind unclosed,
To let the curtains fade.
The ink we never spill; the boots
That lying round you. See
Are not our boots they all belong
To Mr Nobody.