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Wednesday, December 30
by
Amy
on Wed 30 Dec 2009 08:00 GMT
On the Ning Nang NongTuesday, December 1
by
Amy
on Tue 01 Dec 2009 11:00 GMT
Please Mrs. Butler POEM: Please Mrs Butler - Written by Allan Ahlberg
Wednesday, November 25
by
Amy
on Wed 25 Nov 2009 12:00 GMT
The Owl And The Pussycat
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!' Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl! 'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling The Owl and The Pussycat was written by Edward Lear. It is a traditional poem that most of us grew up with! It also makes a beautiful Wedding Reading or Naming Ceremony Poem. Tuesday, November 10
by
Amy
on Tue 10 Nov 2009 12:28 GMT
W. H. Auden - Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephoneStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good. Stop All The Clocks is one of my very favourite poems and it was featured in the Best Selling Film "Four Weddings And A Funeral". Wednesday, November 4
by
Amy
on Wed 04 Nov 2009 10:37 GMT
Yes, I'll Marry You - Pam AyresYes, I'll marry you, my dear, And here's the reason why; So I can push you out of bed When the baby starts to cry, And if we hear a knocking And it's creepy and it's late, I hand you the torch you see, And you investigate. Yes I'll marry you, my dear, Yes, I'll marry you, It's you who has to work the drill This fabulous poem written by Pam Ayres is one of my very favourite Wedding Poems. |
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