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Word: angry

- by Timothys Grandma Sun Nov 27, 2011, 08:55 AM

One day I saw an awfully tall tree
And this is what it said to me:
It said "Do you see
That itty bitty bee?
That's how you appear to me."

I said "what a strange idee.
Do you see this sapling tree?

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To Occupy

Word: tall

- by Habi Tecela Sat Nov 12, 2011, 09:16 AM

In the Spring of my youth,
Succes was defined
As an excess of moolah
In large banks confined.

Stocks and bonds, gems and cash -
Greedy and powerful,
The rich hoarded their stash

Avian Voyeur (show tags)

Word: heart

- by Al Butris Thu Nov 10, 2011, 12:18 PM

birds
lyrical
humor

I love to watch the birdies as they hop and jump around,
Their antics so amusing as they scratch upon the ground
To dislodge a tasty bug or a wayward hidden seed -
I love to watch my avian friends when they come to feed.

The ground is covered now with leaves, a hidden treasure trove
Of insects looking for some good protection as they rove.
But even leaves cannot protect a bug from birdie's eye -

Mindless Babble (show tags)

Word: heart

- by Yo Yo Mama Sun Oct 30, 2011, 03:46 PM

Conversation
jingle
club

One day, to my consternation,
A man engaged me in conversation,
While standing in my yard,
He flapped his jaw long and hard,
While his brain had gone on vacation.

Falling Leaves (show tags)

Word: soft

- by Wilma Tonne Sun Oct 30, 2011, 02:31 PM

autumn
fall
leaves
heart

The red ones glow like embers;
The orange burn like flame.
Brown ones speak of death and decay.
But the yellow ones, molten sunshine,
Ignite my heart and murmur b-r-e-e-e-a-t-h-e.
Inhale the light, the crisp air, the scent
of falling leaves.

Mean Old Winter (show tags)

Word: green

- by Al Butris Sat Oct 29, 2011, 07:06 PM

Winter
snow
lyrical

My habitual insouciance,
As I contemplate this nuisance,
Is suffering egregiously - believe me, it is true.
For in Fall it is quite early
And I fear it makes me surly
To find that it is snowing, so far an inch or two.

Though the coal is not delivered

On Its Way (show tags)

Word: tree

- by Al Butris Fri Oct 21, 2011, 03:25 PM

haiku
winter
birds

Trees rattle dry leaves -
The birds eat lots of suet:
Winter approaches.

Argh (show tags)

Word: tree

- by Gail Hunn Thu Oct 20, 2011, 10:44 PM

limerick
humor

There once was a programmer named Gail
Whose brain was as quick as a snail.
Her logic tree
Was logic free
Which led to a gigantic FAIL.

I am unlike a tree.

Word: tree

- by Ted Hunn Sat Oct 15, 2011, 03:04 PM

I am growing.
Growing high enough to touch every bird and cloud around me.
I am not like a tree in any other way
You can't tell my age from rings
Or chop me down for less shade
But I am growing.
I will touch the moon.
I will get there one day.

The Cleaning of the Culvert (show tags)

Word: breakfast

- by Triple Triolet Thu Jun 01, 1978, 12:00 AM

cleaning
culvert
funny
humor

I strove to clean a culvert on a sunny summer day. Of all the silt and sand and stones and twigs that in it lay. But halfway through, my shovel struck some red and hard-baked clay I strove to clean a culvert on a sunny summer day. A little snake six inches long got awfully in my way I tried to bash its slender head. It promptly turned at bay. I tried to clean a culvert on a sunny summer day Of all the silt and sand and stones and twigs that in it lay.

History of the Jingle Club (show tags)

Word: smooth

- by Alan Sat Jan 01, 1977, 12:00 AM

Jingle
club
history

Katherine Hunn Karsner

Bob Hunn has asked that we put into rhyme
The Jingle Club History, if we have the time.
Well, no one has time, but I'll make a start
For it's something that's always been close to my heart.

It commenced long ago, before I was alive

On a Saturday evening, eighteen-ninety-five,
Thought up by Lydia Jones Sharpless Hunn
And a prominent lawyer, her dutiful son.

Philadelphia, the City of Brother Love
Was the home of this family, mentioned above.

The purpose? To keep the Hunn boys off the street.
At first they all thought it not much of a treat
For they were all lively and given to noise
But none of them blessed with much avoirdupoise.

So each Saturday evening to keep them at home
And prevent them from being tempted to roam
With the gangs in the alleys where things could be rough
They were made to stay in: write a verse. That was tough!

Reluctant at first, it soon got to be
A most pleasant event, as you will soon see.
For the girls of the family lured boy friends to come
And the Hunn boys soon learned to fetch girls, not so dumb!

Each brought a short verse which was then read aloud
By Ezekiel Hunn to the listening crowd.
They signed nom-de-plumes which were often guess-able
As they sat in the dining room all 'round the table.

Then refreshments were served – ice cream, lemonade,
Crackers, cookies or pretzels or cake freshly made.
There was holding of hands by the young folks in love
Without benefit of mitten or clumsy old glove.

Pens and paper were passed to the crowd as they ate.
Each scribbled a word for his next seated mate
To write an impromptu, some short, a few long.
They were silly but fun; all were read, some were sung.
And "Good nights" were delayed in the big house of Hunn.

Alas, on vacation, when down on the farm
They were coaxed to write jingles and send them straight home
And the Club was exultant each time one would come.

E. Hunn, the stern father, a stickler for rhyme,
Punctuation and spelling was careful each time
To have them corrected, a nuisance, I fear.
But the Jingles were bound in a BOOK once a year.

This pattern continued till nineteen-fourteen.
Then the Jingle Club died, it was plain to be seen.
What with war and some married and living away
It was hard to assemble. Granny Hunn passed away.

The Club remained dormant till nineteen-twenty-five.
When Roland, who now had five kids of his own
Decided to do what his father had done
Resurrected the Jingle! It grew wildly alive!
"We'll start it again, a jolly new Jingle
While all of our children are still living single.

Keep them home off the streets, each Saturday night;
Invite in the neighbors!" And to his delight
The kids all responded — wrote verses galore,
Had impromptus, food, music and danced on the floor.

They met once a month as the children matured.
Neighbors, friends of the family and others were lured.
It grew bigger and better in Faraday Park
Where this Hunn family lived, during lightness and dark.
The Junior Club lasted till nineteen-forty and then
Roland sickened, and so we could NOT meet again.

A much longer span now sped on its way.
Some twenty-four years had fleeted away.
But in seventy-four in Moylan, Pa.
It rose from the dead ashes and is growing each day.
We hope it will live and continue for aye.

Now we're fifty-two people!!! We started with ten.
Women and children and plenty of men!
In various houses big enough for the fun.
Mostly belonging to the family of Hunn.

All those who are scattered in various places
But want to be counted, if not by their faces,
Send their Jingles by wire or mail or by tape.
Written in icing one came on a cake.

From Grandparents-in-law, and the last brought by the stork
They are sent in from Engle, California, New York,
From Alaska, and Florida, Jersey, as well,
New Mexico, Maryland, Massachusetts and Del.

Six generations held together by verse!
(It could be a blessing, it might be a curse.)
But the rhyming gets better — and couldn't get worse!

Like this!

Note: Katherine Hunn Karsner was the ninth child born of Ezekiel Hunn and Anna Jenkins. She was born on September 29, 1899.

Sunk (show tags)

Word: orange

- by Anonymous Sat Oct 25, 1930, 12:00 AM

humor

You all must have heard that in Asia there grows
An ape with a silver-like map
His distant relation, a man named Ambrose,
Whose proverb was "Follow the end of your nose"
Went home to his friends and began to propose
That they mortgage their houses and most of their clothes
And then form a party, this beast to disclose,
Fitted out with a barque made of scrap.

A-Eeling in the Bay

Word: blame

- by Aragon Sat May 24, 1930, 12:00 AM

He stood knee-deep in the moonlight
And the radiance lapped his thigh
On a king-crab pedestal stood he
As the slippery eels slid by.

And he swung them ashore by the hundred.
They squirmed in the sand and died.
We relished a mess for breakfast,

When Polly Washes Spinach (show tags)

Word: simple

- by Aragon Sat Apr 26, 1930, 12:00 AM

humor

When Polly washes spinach,
I charge you, my good friends,
Make tracks away from Rutledge-
On this your life depends.

For baskets will be thrown about
And dishpans will be strewn
Around the house in disarray.

Sad Story (show tags)

Word: simple

- by Othello & Desdemona Sat Apr 26, 1930, 12:00 AM

limerick
doggerel
humor

A farmer who grew lots of spinach
Wore it whisker-like over his chin-ach.
This spinach grew thin
From his ears to his chin
Oh! What a sad story I spin-ach.

Robins in the Rain

Word: twelve

- by Aragon Sat Apr 26, 1930, 12:00 AM

There's nothing quite so beautiful among the realms of melody
Ethereal and heavenly and absolutely calm
As early in the morning I awaken from my slumbering
And hear the rhythmic pipings of the robins' morning psalm.

There's nothing so enchanting, so complacent, and so glorious,
That shows such certain cofidence in God's almighty power
As early in the eveing I put aside my laboring

Spinach (show tags)

Word: simple

- by de Medici Sat Apr 26, 1930, 12:00 AM

classical
humor

Under a spreading spinach leaf,
A newborn earthworm squirms.
(None but a microscopic eye
Detects the newborn worms.)

He crawls, and eats, and grows apace,
And eats and crawls and grows.
This worm I write of much prefers

Ghost Story (show tags)

Word: wolf

- by de Medici Sat Mar 22, 1930, 12:00 AM

ghost
humor

The other night I heard a noise of stifled sobs and whisperings.
I listened and decided it was not a human sound.
Nor had I any animal confined within the premises.
The noises agitated me, and did my wits confound.

I straightaway started on a search to clarify the mystery.
The supernatural noises in the attic seemed to be.
But as I hurried up the stair, the whisperings grew audible

Ghost (show tags)

Word: wolf

- by de Medici Sat Mar 22, 1930, 12:00 AM

classical
lyrical
romantic
humor

I wanted to kiss her the first time we met,
But I felt that I didn't know how,
For her father looked in when I bade her goodnight
With the ghost of a frown on his brow.

The next time I saw her I proffered her my love
And kissed her all over the place.
While her little kid brother hid back of the door

Clock (show tags)

Word: bingo

- by Chaucer Fri Feb 21, 1930, 12:00 AM

clock

I have a cylinder inside my mechanism.
I have a clapperette that agitates a bell.
I have a pendulum that regulates my organism.
I am a steeple clock that strikes like Hell.

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