Rooting around in my folders, I found two ridiculous but amusing 'poems' which me and two friends wrote at school aged 14ish... These are so goofy, they still make me laugh out loud though. This is pretty much what comes of watching waaay too much Monty Python.
And here they are.
And here they are.
Ode to Moose
Oh ye awesome Moose
Yea, ye make stupid noisesome pestilence,
But thy majestic horns doeth get entangled in tree.
Ye art tracked down, for sooth,
And thy almighty name would be takeneth in vain,
But ye hold strong,
And ye ram thy horns into hunters rump.
Alas! Thy prey doeth need plastic surgeon,
But legendary Moose will prevail,
Faint heart never won fair Moose,
And thy noble antlers art stucketh in gorse bush,
ha ha ha ha ha.
The Pigeon Poem
O yea ye wondrous Pigeon
What feathers lie upon thy flesh?
Ye big fat piece o' lard are ye,
And coloursome are ye.
Yea, ye fly o'er abundant hills,
But yea, ye lose caliber,
Thy rhythmic flaps wit' many a coo
Ye are but yayself an handsome bird.
O'er many a mile yay're eyes doeth hast seen,
Beholding thy nest art the furrows of ye're eye lids
And ye fall off branch,
Into cow pat.
Arr.
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