Posts archive for: November, 2008
  • Part 3 Nathan De Burgh Polar Bear Private Eye

    Part 3 Nathan De Burgh Polar Bear Private Eye

    And so Nathan took the case
    while the penguin's huskies
    held a race
    with penguin following
    at great pace.

    The penguin whose name was Dan
    used for deodorant Ultra-Ban
    A good thing
    the huskies he couldn't outran.

    And so to the North Pole Nathan went
    in his Model T Ford without a dent
    this rare gem he did own
    along with a ring tone
    on his cell phone.

    His cell phone went off
    like an Irishman's cough
    just as he spotted
    Santa's reindeer trough.

    To be continued.

  • Part 2 Nathan De Burgh Polar Bear Private Eye

    Part 2 Nathan De Burgh Polar Bear Private Eye

    Said the penguin, I am a singer
    also a part-time bell ringer
    I was to sing at Obama's inaugural ball
    day after election, I got the call
    my manager nearly hit the walll.

    But something happened, alas, alas
    I need to take epsom salts for my gas
    somebody has stolen my singing voice
    over this, my showerhead did rejoice.
    Who do you think stole your voice?
    Nathan did inquire
    while the penguin danced
    like his pants were on fire.

    Somebody at the North Pole I suspect
    a certain elf gives me no respect
    He put coal in my stockings last year
    which caused a rash in my rear
    now I always look before I put on stockings
    I'm a Knight of the Garter
    isn't that shocking?

    Nathan took some aspirin off the shelf
    washed it down with water,
    "What's the name of this elf?".

    His name is Antonio Flavius
    certainly a pain in the avius
    He works for Santa
    sometimes Banta
    He makes loads of toys
    for good girls and boys.

    To be continued.

  • Nathan De Burgh Polar Bear Private Eye

    Nathan De Burgh Polar Bear Private Eye

    This is a poem I wrote today about a polar bear private
    eye who lives at the North Pole not far from Santa
    Claus and his toy workshop.

    Nathan de Burgh was a polar bear
    he had no need for long underwear
    He lived on a berg made of ice
    in a little igloo that was nice.

    He was a private eye
    this polar bear was
    who claimed he was
    Philip Marlow's cuz.

    One day as he was sitting in his office
    reading the works of Thomas Malthus
    a penguin knocked at his door
    and Nathan hit the floor.

    "You're a long way from home?"
    said Nathan the bear.
    "Indeed," said the penguin
    in his tuxedo wear.

    From South Pole to North Pole
    the penguin had come
    accompanied by huskies
    and a bottle of rum.

    "What brings you here?
    So far to so near?"
    Nathan drank
    his ginger beer.

    Swatting aside some whirling dervishes,
    the penguin replied,
    I'm seeking your services.

    To be continued.

  • Jack O' Hare and Tiny Tim

    Jack O'Hare and Tiny Tim

    Jack O' Hare is the name I have given a
    jack rabbit that lives in my back yard.

    Tiny Tim is the name I have given a squirrel that
    lives in my back yard.

    Although neither my dad nor I have seen Jack
    O'Hare for a while, we often see Tiny Tim
    leaping from tree to tree hoarding apples
    and pine cones.

    Jack O'Hare and Tiny Tim

    In the autumn chill, trees are bare
    still no sign of Jack O'Hare
    oh where has gone my big-earred furry friend
    with a big tail on his rear-end?

    Oh Tiny Tim do you know
    as you watch the North winds blow
    from your tree so high
    from which you observe
    ground and sky?

    Any sign of a mad hopper
    eating the lettuce
    cause it's so topper
    well Tim as you sit and grapple
    carrying your big load apple
    say hello to Jack for me
    as you guard the yard
    up in your tree.

  • Halloween Rap Song

    Halloween Rap Song

    Here's a poem I wrote in the form
    of a rap song as it would be sung
    by a nasty gangsta rappa ghoulie! ;)

    It's Halloween quite the scene
    as demons roam
    outside your home
    kinda sends a chill to the bone
    but the cat is dead
    as you lay in bed
    zombies rule
    their head a ghoul
    He'll slice you in half
    with a sword for a staff
    such is voodoo witchcraft.

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