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Jack Reaper
07-30-2004, 05:10 PM
There was a man who lived in leeds,
He filled his garden full of seeds.
And when those seeds began to grow,
It was like a garden filled with snow.
But when the snow began to melt,
It was like a ship without a belt.(???? That line I don't get!)
And when the ship began to sail,
It was like a bird without a tail.
And when the bird began to fly,
It was like an Eagle in the sky.
And when the sky began to roar,
It was like a lion at my door.
And when the door began to crack,
It was like a pen knife in my back.
And when my back began to bleed,
I was dead,dead,dead indeed!

iScreamUscreamWeAllScream
05-22-2005, 09:05 PM
Oh that is from that book "Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark" right? I have that book!

"Shall they grow like onions with their heads in the ground!" -From "Fiddler On The Roof"

Red Hot
05-23-2005, 05:33 AM
I heard this poem before - thanks for posting it! I loved it when I first heard it and still do!

My tantalized spirit here blandly reposes, forgetting, or never regretting its roses.

dead letters
05-23-2005, 10:49 AM
Wow, this I like

~ The way you love, have you got a name for it, cos I don't understand it...~

iScreamUscreamWeAllScream
05-23-2005, 03:12 PM
lol this was the first post for the Literature board. I replied to it so it would go to the top!

"Shall they grow like onions with their heads in the ground!" -From "Fiddler On The Roof"

Red Hot
05-23-2005, 03:19 PM
Iscream, you succeeded in driving me crazy today.
I am not feeling well so I did not notice the date of the post.
Good grief!

My tantalized spirit here blandly reposes, forgetting, or never regretting its roses.

iScreamUscreamWeAllScream
05-23-2005, 07:08 PM
Sorry!

"Shall they grow like onions with their heads in the ground!" -From "Fiddler On The Roof"

Red Hot
05-23-2005, 07:14 PM
I am a wreck! I smashed a wine bottle against a rum bottle and had a mess on my hands - I thought of my friends face and I got upset and did not realize what I did! I managed to save half of the rum.
He doesn't miss me at all and that HURTS even more!

My tantalized spirit here blandly reposes, forgetting, or never regretting its roses.

ForYou2Notice
06-27-2005, 01:46 PM
that's a cool poem