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Azhag_Nuug
01-16-2004, 09:00 AM
This is just a lot of nonsense I came up with in class, but I think it's worth putting here for a good laugh.


A High Green Hill

Ten ponies stood on a high green hill
Said one,
'Pray what is there to do on this high green hill?'
This hill so high,
Unto the sky.
This high green hill so high.'
Then another said to his brother,
'Why stand?
Dow we stand,
On this high green hill?
When at the bottom,
I see, I see,
Yes down at the bottom we can drink our fill.
A lake! A lake!
For goodness sake!
At the bottom of this hill there lies a lake.
Now part you!
I dart from you!
Down this hill,
This high green hill,
To that lake for goodness sake,
To have my fill and drink my take,
At that lake at the bottom of this hill.'
So he went down,
With narry a frown,
To the bottom of the hill,
To drink his fill,
Down at the lake
For goodness sake!
Said on to another,
'Oh why doth he bother,
To climb his way down,
Not even a frown,
To drink his take,
From that old lake,
At the bottom of this high green hill?'
Then another said to him,
'Ask me not of Tim,
Don't ask of me,
You will see,
For that old lake,
That calm old wake,
Within will wake a thing.
An evil thing will wake,
And then will have its take on Tim,
For him, yes Tim,
Looks juicy,
And loosey,
And goosey
And juicy,
To that think that will wake,
In the bottom of the lake,
Before young Tim will drink his take,
It will have its take at Tim!'
Sid one to him,
'Thee should should save Tim!
For young he be,
And his brother be ye!
If thee don't save him,
Who's saving will be me!'
So he ran off, with a trip,
And a slip,
And anot to good flip,
And that was the end of Pip.
So on Tim went,
His time was spent,
His back was bent,
But still they stood,
As though they should,
Now eight were left,
Upon the cleft,
Of the high green hill.
Eight were now,
Just standing now.
Eight little ponies standing in a cleft of the high green hill.
Night had come come,
The day was done,
But now they slept,
But one still wept,
For Tim to him,
Was a friend of Tim,
And Pip, young Pip,
He was his brother Nip.
Yet naught was left,
But Tim's young shin.
So Nip left to go find Pip,
Who tripped and flipped and slipped,
While trying to save young Tim,
Who wanted to drink from that lake,
For goodness sake!
The sun came up,
And they rose up,
But seven now left,
Upon the cleft,
At the top of the high green hill.
'Oh where he be?
For he can't see.
As blind as a bat,
With a little old hat.
Where will he be
If he can't see?
Who knows,
Where he goes?
He knows! He knows
Though blind as a bat with a little old hat,
He sees!
Though how he does,
I do not know,
But as he goes,
He sees!!

Tessar
01-27-2004, 12:34 AM
Not a bad little poem at all ;).

A bit long to really keep the reader 'interested' through the whole thing, but a fun read over all!

You might try sectioning it off like:

Ten little ponies on a green hill,
They stamped, champed,
ate their fill with a pickled pill,
And chewed on their nails with fails.

Then the next day they ran away,
the rest of the poem I cannot say,
Because I'm just one man on a mission to say,
that I like poetry better written this way.


Or for a better example:

Ten ponies stood on a high green hill
Said one,
'Pray what is there to do on this high green hill?'
This hill so high,
Unto the sky.
This high green hill so high.'

Then another said to his brother,
'Why stand?
Do we stand,
On this high green hill?
When at the bottom,
I see, I see,
Yes down at the bottom we can drink our fill.

A lake! A lake!
For goodness sake!
At the bottom of this hill there lies a lake.
Now part you!
I dart from you!
Down this hill,
This high green hill,
To that lake for goodness sake,
To have my fill and drink my take,
At that lake at the bottom of this hill.'

So he went down,
With narry a frown,
To the bottom of the hill,
To drink his fill,
Down at the lake
For goodness sake!



Just my thoughts :).

Nurvingiel
01-27-2004, 01:14 AM
That reminds me of

Thirty white ponies
On a red hill
First they champ
Then they stamp
Then they stand still.


(I'm not saying you took your poem from Bilbo's riddle, I'm just saying it's a cool association.)

Tessar
01-27-2004, 01:19 PM
That's the first thing I thought of too :p. It is a nice little tie in.