Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
A Humble Appeal
She was a pretty, nicely mannered mare,The children's pet, the master's pride and care,Until a man in khaki came one day,Looked at her teeth, and..
© Jessie Pope
The Blackest Lie
Big bully Belgium,Breathing blood and flame,Crafty as a serpentIn a cunning game,Sent a note to England,Sent a note to France,'Let us crush the..
© Jessie Pope
Play The Game
Twenty-Two stalwarts in stripes and shortsKicking a ball along,Set in a square of leather-lunged sportsTwenty-two thousand strong,Some of them..
© Jessie Pope
No!
By bridge and battery, town and trench,They're fighting with bull-dog pluck;Not one, from Tommy to General French,Is down upon his luck.There are..
© Jessie Pope
Who's For The Game?
Who’s for the game, the biggest that’s played,The red crashing game of a fight?Who’ll grip and tackle the job unafraid?And who thinks he’d rather sit..
© Jessie Pope
Emptiness
I've learned mine can't be filled,only alchemized. Many timesit's become a paragraph or a page.But usually I've hidden it,not knowing until too..
© Spike Milligan
A Combustible Woman From Thang
A combustible woman from ThangExploded one day with a BANG!The maid then rushed inAnd said with a grin,'Pardon me, madam - you rang?'
© Spike Milligan
Scorflufus
There are many diseases,That strike people's kneeses,Scorflufus! is one by nameIt comes from the EastPacked in bladders of yeastSo the Chinese must..
© Spike Milligan
Standing Room Only
This population explosionSaid Peter to St. PaulIs really getting far too muchJust look at the crowd in the hall.Even here, in HeavenThere isn't any..
© Spike Milligan
Soldier Freddy
Soldier Freddywas never ready,But! Soldier Neddy,unlike FreddyWas always readyand steady,That's why,When Soldier..
© Spike Milligan
Orstralia
Orstralia – OrstraliaWe think of you each dayOrstralia – OrstraliaAt work or at play.We think of yew in the morningAnd in the evening tooWe even wake..
© Spike Milligan
Look At All Those Monkeys!
Look at all those monkeysJumping in their cage.Why don't they all go out to workAnd earn a decent wage?How can you say such silly things,And you a..
© Spike Milligan
Summer Dawn
My sleeping children are still flying dreamsin their goose-down heads.The lush of the river singing morning songsFish watch their ceilings turn..
© Spike Milligan
I'M Walking Backwards For Christmas
I'm walking backwards for Christmas,Across the Irish Sea,I'm walking backwards for Christmas,It's the only thing for me.I've tried walking..
© Spike Milligan
There Are Holes In The Sky
There are holes in the skyWhere the rain gets inBut they're ever so smallThat's why the rain is thin.
© Spike Milligan
hen I Suspected
There will be a time when it will end.Be it partingBe it deathSo each passing minute with youPendulummed with sadness.So many timesI looked long into..
© Spike Milligan
In The Land Of The Bumbley Boo
In the land of the Bumbley BooThe People are red white and blue,They never blow noses,Or ever wear closes,What a sensible thing to do!In the land of..
© Spike Milligan
Values '67
Pass by citizendon't look left or rightKeep those drip dry eyes straight aheadA tree? Chop it down- it's a dangerto lightning!Pansies calling for..
© Spike Milligan
Omen Of Emptiness
The clock has turned enoughto reach a planetLife is endless nightI hear wings beating inthe dark of my roomA giant Raven is waiting –for me to fall..
© Spike Milligan
Bongaloo
'What is a Bongaloo, Daddy?''A Bongaloo, Son,' said I,'Is a tall bag of cheesePlus a Chinaman's kneesAnd the leg of a nanny goat's eye.''How strange..
© Spike Milligan
So Fair Is She
So fair is she!So fair her faceSo fair her pulsing figureNot so fairThe maniacal stareOf a husband who's much bigger.
© Spike Milligan
Porridge
Why is there no monumentTo Porridge in our land?It it's good enough to eat,It's good enough to stand!On a plinth in LondonA statue we should seeOf..
© Spike Milligan
Maveric
Maveric ProwlesHad Rumbling BowlesThat thundered in the night.It shook the bedrooms all aroundAnd gave the folks a fright.The doctor called;He was..
© Spike Milligan
wo Children
Two children (small), one Four, one Five,Once saw a bee go in a hive,They'd never seen a bee before!So waited there to see some more.And sure enough..
© Spike Milligan