Monday, March 22, 2010
Jonti The Lion
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Poetry Plagiarization Part 2: The Scam
Robert The Posh Fox
Robert the posh fox had a tea party
In the middle of the forest is where it was
He invited the lark, the moose and the monkey
And they had a wonderful time juggling saws
When they were done they couldn't stop giggling
For the lark had fallen to the ground
His friends so bemused couldn't stop chuckling
For the lark was now tumbling around
Tumbling around
Tumbling around
For the lark was now tumbling around
The lark was so dizzy from tumbling down the hill
That the moose and the monkey decided to help
By making the lark laugh, pretending to be an elephant
But suddenly they heard a loud yelp
Now they heard what they never before had, had
Robert the posh fox was laughing like mad
Twas such a frightfully funny sight
That the lark, the moose and the monkey joined
They joined
Oh yes, they joined
The lark, the moose and the monkey joined
The four friends decided to go to the stream
And swing from the weeping willow tree
The monkey and the moose were splashing around
The fox and the lark discussed his dream
Then they all sat down and ate crumpets and scones
They talked and talked so out came the moon
To make the day perfect they split a wishbone
And the monkey wished for a tune
He wished for a tune
He wished for a tune
So Robert played it on his didgeridoo
Poetry Plagiarization Part 1: The Original
The Owl and The Pussycat (Edward Lear)
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.
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'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.
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