sassermaet Posted October 4, 2009 Report Share Posted October 4, 2009 The Lost Dr Seuss Poem http://www.friedsocialworker.com/lostpoem.htm Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Anonymous Posted October 4, 2009 Report Share Posted October 4, 2009 ^^Brilliant Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shetlandpeat Posted October 4, 2009 Report Share Posted October 4, 2009 Found this in an auld book, tis the end of a storey of two yunguns who investigate a mouse hole, the story is called "A Dastardly Deed" "Thy wee-bit housie, too in ruin!It's silly Wa's the win's are strewin'!An naething. now, to big a new ane,O' fraggage green!An' bleak December's winds ensuin'Baith snell an'keen!" By W. Moffatt Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Anonymous Posted October 16, 2009 Report Share Posted October 16, 2009 Twinty Ten Da years grind by an we grow auld,wir boadies weaken an geeng twa fauld,we loss wir will ta haad wir pairt,upö da steid o da Loard’s guid aert. Bit trowe da crubbit start we hae,ta glisk da boanie licht o day,dir’s aye a tocht dat keeps wis gyain,dat we’ll see igyen wir ain hamelaand. Ta stand igyen upö da isles,dat we hed left sae mony miles,ta feel igyen da cauld saat air.toosle trowe wir auld grey hair. Ta see da sichts dat we haad dear,wi wir ain eyes sae veev an cleer,ta stand upö wir ain banks broo,an ken wir hame in Shetlan noo. Ta meet da freends we’d left sae lang,ta hear igyen a weel kent sang,ta draw a sillock fae da steen,an sook a reestit mutton been. Da tochts ir mony trow da mind,o a sowel awa fae lang sin syne,So draw doon da fiddle, inveet wis ben,Wir cum fir hamefarin twinty ten. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Medziotojas Posted November 8, 2009 Report Share Posted November 8, 2009 Here's one from yester-year. Although the characters and schedule may have changed somewhat, my sentiment remains unscathed. Every Sunday, Monday, Wednesday and every Friday night,I set aside a half an hour to dedicate to s***e,to share in the tormented lives, of Vera, Liz and Jim,I fasten on my blinkers and I join the living grim. When the half an hour is over and reality befalls,I suffer soap withdrawals and go climbing up the walls,when priorities star crumbling and I haven't time to speak,then I know that I'm addicted to Bore-a-nation Street. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shetlandpeat Posted November 8, 2009 Report Share Posted November 8, 2009 And on this day The Soldiers At Lauro Young are our dead Like babies they lie The wombs they blest once Not healed dry And yet - too soon Into each space A cold earth falls On colder face. Quite still they lie These fresh-cut reeds Clutched in earth Like winter seeds But they will not bloom When called by spring To burst with leaf And blossoming They sleep on In silent dust As crosses rot And helmets rust. milligan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Anonymous Posted November 25, 2009 Report Share Posted November 25, 2009 A'm been writin me Santa list igyen: http://shetlopedia.com/Dear_Santa_2009 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Claudias Posted November 25, 2009 Report Share Posted November 25, 2009 ^ ^ ^Wishes gratified might bring a speedier end.....but most enjoyable. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Anonymous Posted November 25, 2009 Report Share Posted November 25, 2009 ^ ^ ^Wishes gratified might bring a speedier end.....but most enjoyable. I think most folk wish 'my end' would be speedier,, but I've always been a 'slow ass' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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