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I know with gladness all my toes
And possibly those of my foes
Perhaps even each one of them knowsMy big toe, it surely knows
My little toe, it also knows
The three between, each knowsI know a toe who really knows
Every day in his heart he grows
And his happiness, it truly shows.----
I'm incredibly silly with my prose
Yet I'd even present it with a rose
Qu'ove revolution's the way I choseEnough before I make longer my nose
Or the Quinimaginative will expose
the one who wears feathered clothesFrom my spirit an outpouring flows
Toes, toes be steady and compose
Or else I'll make mockery of my poseCrowing with laughter I hear the crows
Waking even those who love to doze
Crowds are gathering, they want to proposeTo join the revolution and end their woes
To make the old way to rot and decompose
Fools are those who dare to stand and opposeNo one can stop the march of the Toes
Towards the destiny of a day without close
A day full of love - the revolution's qu'oves.Qu'ove Revolution ©2007
With thanks to Sai who inspires me.
March of the Toes... Version II (In response to Nigel's message in the comments)I'm a silly poetical Dodo
Do-di dodo do-di dodo, Dodo!
I am into iambic poetry
Do-di dodo do-di dodo, do-dee
Dance to the pentameter, come on now
Do-di dodo do-di dodo do-dow
Use your toes and count to ten, that is how!
Do-di dodo do-di dodo do-dow!
Come and march with your nimble toes, lets go!
Do-di dodo do-di dodo, Dodo!
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March of the Toes - Version III by NigelFeudal Serfer, 99 / M Mudbury, UK
Sent To: Phil-osophical Dead Bird
RE: Clever Iambic? Nah.
Is it clever, counting metre on one's toes
Shouldn't it be a good poet instinctively knows
How many syl-a-buls to insert into a stanza
Instead of hopping on one foot like a maddened dancer
To access footie digits that give the number
And hop around to the 'writing poetry' rumba
No the dodo has got these things off pat
Without fear of extinction write the verse 'just like that'
And then scoot off to the Tennyson's Arms
To sample the delights of the poet's charms
And quaff an ale without recourse to the toes
How poets ever wrote at all, heaven only knows.
-------------Phil-osophical Dead Bird wrote:
Clever men like Nigel can do the iambic pentameter...
How should simple dodos like me do it?------------------------------------------------------------------
To suggest then that we meet at the Tennyson's Arms...
How can he tease me in this way when I'm in
Allah's blessed Kingdom of Saudi Arabia...
I think that's cruel! Don't you?
Feudalserfer has sent you a message
Feudalserfer Offline Feudal Serfer, 99 / M
Mudbury, UK
Sent To: Phil-osophical Dead Bird
RE: Toes
I have the regulation ten toes which is why I write my verse in iambic pentameter so much. I use my feet to count the metre.
-------------Phil-osophical Dead Bird wrote:
> Counting toes is a poetical experience... How many have you got?
I am a person, a person that knows
that some people sit around contemplating their toes,
I wish to give them a small little clue
that there are not very many, only a few
there are only a small number that see beyond their nose
and those are the people that can count all of their toes.
Just thought you needed a bit of help from a sibling! love ya, lil bro!
Cool!
Sunday 25 March 2007 - 02:36AM (EST)
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