Favorite poems/Phrases/Tongue twisters

[winifred]

I  looooove poems or inspireing phrases or tongue twisters please poste here!
my last name is brower and we got this from our friends at church, from their little boyabout his mom!
She likes flowers
Ilike the browers
She is a girl
I like to twirl
mommy is smart
I like to fart
I love my mommy and up above
you fill my heart with love.
LOL

[DanielofRedwall]

One-One was a race horse, Two-Two was one two.
One-One won one race one day.
Two-Two won one too.

Also, my favourite poem is The Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll. I love how it is complete nonsense.

[Coobreedan]

The Jabberwocky is awesome.

[Muse]

Its great, and so is his Humpty Dumpty and the Lobster one.

[Tiria Wildlough]

The Jabberwocky is awesome.

I know it off by heart.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Beware the Jabberwock, my son.
The jaws that bite!
The claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious bandersnatch!

He took his vorpal sword in hand.
Long time the manxome foe he sought.
Then rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in though.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One two! one two! And through and through!
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead,
And with its head,
He went galumphing back.

And thou hast slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day!
Callooh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe

[winifred]

I also love jaberwocky!It's so........Random!Another tonque twister:
     From the depth of the dreamy decline of dawn
     Through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine
      Pallid and pink as the palm of the flag flower
       That flickers with fear of the flies as they float.......
         ~from Nephelidiaby Algernon Charles Swinburne

[redwallgurl]

theres this poem i made up for one of my friends whos dad died being ran over by a bus im not sure if I got it word for word though

A day will happen for eveyone
one person will sing and one hum
your world can change in the blink of an eye
like a bus driving into a person nearby
a day will happen for everyone
one person will dance and one hum
your world can change in the blink of an eye
like winning the lottery which makes you cry
a day will happen for everyone
yours will come someday so just hope and hum!

[Nightfire]

When I'm disappointed by something, I always say: "Aw, marshmallows!"

When I'm surprised by something, I always exclaim: "Extra-spicy hotsauce!"

When I'm bored or feeling like being weird, then I'll just randomly shout: "Puddleglum!"

When I'm excited, I shout: "Yippee-ki-yay!"

When something awesome or satisfactory has just happened, I exclaim: "Booyah!" Usually accompanied by a lot of fist-pumping.

[Mad Maudie]

When something awesome or satisfactory has just happened, I exclaim: "Booyah!" Usually accompanied by a lot of fist-pumping.

yes i like saying booyah like Ron from Kim possible it is so much fun!!!!!!!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQSxNzVSqZQ&feature=player_detailpage

[Nightfire]

I love this rhyme/poem that I invented:

"O'er yon dale an' o'er yon hills,
Ah tra'el wherever mah free spirit wills.
Trekkin' through snow an' oft through hail,
There's nothing' so better as tae be ah red squirrel!

O'er fahr mountains an' through deep forests,
Ah journey far an' wide.
Trav'lin beside rivers an' through yon streams,
Trekkin' fore'er until thae day ah die!"

[BadgerLordFiredrake]

How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
Hard to type even!

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

[Osu]

Love, love, looooove the Jabberwocky!

I used to hear this in the choir room when I was in middle school:

What a to do to die today at a minute or two to two
A thing distinctly hard to say but harder still to do
For at twenty to two I'll beat a tattoo
With a rat-a-tat-tat-a-tat-tat-a-tattoo
And the dragon will come at the sound of a drum
At a minute or two to two today, a minute or two to two.


May not be exact, it's been a while. I always picture haremums teaching this to their leverets, haha.

[Nightfire]

It's cool. Reading it formed this catchy beat in my head, almost like a Native American rhyme.

The following is a poem I wrote in honor of several of my cousins, who are soldiers:

"American Soldier"
Strong, loyal, and true.
Brave, swift, protecting you.
Red, white, and blue as his standard,
He fights against evil and is our guard.
Protecting his country, shielding his home,
And rare is the comfort that he has known.
He gives his life so that we may live ours,
Bearing the signs of his courage in his heart, through his scars.

[MatthiasMan]

I love poetry. Here I go!

Over the mountain,
through the hills,
birds fly over them,
with their bills.

In the night,
still they fly,
so little of fright,
they go by.

Eagle's see far,
two miles away,
just a little mouse,
under eagle's prey.

The robin is red,
so bright and fine,
just like the Capitals,
on Caps Red Line.

So birds just fly,
far and wide,
filled with the thrill,
of joy and pride.

The Sparrow Queen,
goes above,
our little Abbey,
of peace and love.

[Ceteruler]

Roses are red..
Violets are red.
Rocks are red.
Oh no, my garden is on fire!