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(no subject) [Sep. 19th, 2004|01:33 am]

[mood |verbose]

Upon this community I did stumble
its silent pages filled with tumble...
Mcgonigall my hero i wanted to revive
the heritage of scotland, his poetry must survive
and with its revival, this community shall thrive...

i can only aspire to writing things so bad
but practice i shall in times both happy and sad.
to see this community thrive would make me feel so glad
and i'll continue taking the pills that stop me being so mad.

the end.

erm just wanted to say hi... totally love mcgonigall's work, it cracks me up.

Hope there are still people reading this...would love to see the community thrive
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THE BURNS STATUE [Jun. 8th, 2004|11:20 pm]
[mood |goodgood]

This Statue, I must confess, is magnificent to see,
And I hope will long be appreciated by the people of Dundee;
It has been beautifully made by Sir John Steell,
And I hope the pangs of hunger he will never feel.

This statue is most elegant in its design,
And I hope will defy all weathers for a very long time;
And I hope strangers from afar with admiration will stare
On this beautiful statue of thee, Immortal Bard of Ayr.

Fellow-citizens, this Statue seems most beautiful to the eye,
Which would cause Kings and Queens for such a one to sigh,
And make them feel envious while passing by
In fear of not getting such a beautiful Statue after they die.
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YOUNG MUNRO THE SAILOR [May. 9th, 2004|01:01 pm]
TWAS on a sunny morning in the month of May,
I met a pretty damsel on the banks o' the Tay;
I said, My charming fair one, come tell to me I pray,
Why do you walk alone on the banks o' the Tay.

She said, Kind sir, pity me, for I am in great woe
About my young sailor lad, whose name is James Munro;
It's he has been long at sea, seven years from this day,
And I come here sometimes to weep for him that's far, far away.

Lovely creature, cease your weeping and consent to marry me,
And my houses and all my land I will give to thee,
And we shall get married without any delay,
And live happy and contented on the banks o' the Tay.

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THE DEMON DRINK [May. 3rd, 2004|01:06 am]
Oh, thou demon Drink, thou fell destroyer;
Thou curse of society, and its greatest annoyer.
What hast thou done to society, let me think?
I answer thou hast caused the most of ills, thou demon Drink.

Thou causeth the mother to neglect her child,
Also the father to act as he were wild,
So that he neglects his loving wife and family dear,
By spending his earnings foolishly on whisky, rum and beer.

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Descriptive Jottings of London [Apr. 28th, 2004|10:27 am]
As I stood upon London Bridge and viewed the mighty throng
Of thousands of people in cabs and 'busses rapidly whirling along,
All furiously driving to and fro,
Up one street and down another as quick as they could go:

Then I was struck with the discordant sound of human voices there,
Which seemed to me like wild geese cackling in the air:
And the river Thames is a most beautiful sight,
To see the steamers sailing upon it by day and by night.

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As today is Great Poetry Reading Day, and as I can finally turn my attention back to the things that matter, I simply had to post this gem.
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The Collision in the English Channel [Apr. 12th, 2004|01:01 am]
[mood |chipperchipper]

'TWAS on a Sunday morning, and in the year of 1888,
The steamer "Saxmundham," laden with coal and coke for freight,
Was run into amidships by the Norwegian barque "Nor,"
And sunk in the English Channel, while the storm fiend did roar.

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Note: favourite lines here have got to be:
Because God helps those that help themselves,
And those that don't try to do so are silly elves.

I may have found a new motto.
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The Christmas Goose [Apr. 6th, 2004|09:13 am]

Mr. Smiggs was a gentleman,
And he lived in London town;
His wife she was a good kind soul,
And seldom known to frown.

'Twas on Christmas eve,
And Smiggs and his wife lay cosy in bed,
When the thought of buying a goose
Came into his head.

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The Burning Of The People's Variety Theatre, Aberdeen [Apr. 4th, 2004|07:05 pm]

'Twas in the year of 1896, and on the 30th of September,
Which many people in Aberdeen will long remember;
The burning of the People's Variety Theatre, in Bridge Place
Because the fire spread like lightning at a rapid pace.

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Sunlight soap [Mar. 27th, 2004|01:21 am]
[mood |impressedimpressed]

by William McGonagall

You can use it with great pleasure and ease
Without wasting any elbow grease;
And when washing the most dirty clothes
The sweat won't be dripping off your nose
You can wash your clothes with little rubbing
And without scarcely any scrubbing;
And I tell you once again without any joke
There's no soap can surpass Sunlight Soap;
And believe me, charwomen one and all,
I remain yours truly, the Poet McGonagall.


I think this is supposed to be some sort of advertising. But I wouldn't buy the soap, I'd buy our dear Billy :D
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Who doesn't love firemen? [Mar. 24th, 2004|06:07 pm]
[mood |quixoticquixotic]

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