Poems

The highland for any goat, you could never replace
For in the heart of this graising creature has a special place

To run and jump in the scottish cold, leaping in the silt
The greatest breeze to hit your cheeks and blow right up your kilt

Oh the sound of bagpipes playing there early in the morn
It’s such a reson to never be, morbid or forlorne

To swig a mature brew of scotch from 1759
A beautiful aroma, crisp flavour a drink thats so devine

For this goat is happiest, inside of his home
The scottish highlands, of which he can, live in peace and roam

I’ve been writing a lot of Poems recently especially LumberJack Poems and this is another addition to the collection:

Other Lumberjacks chop wood
And I tell you now they do it good

But the least likely thing that you will see
Was on saturday the 1st at half past three
A Lumber jack Hugging a Tree

My eyes were amazed as he stood in the way
Out in the open in the light of day

He was a eco-warrior he stood tall
With his lumberjack dugres and overalls

He dropped his axe and said to all
“I will not let this good tree fall”

“Look past the cash and the pay”
“On this brilliant bright sunny day!”

Lately I have been doing quite a Bit of Poems if you view my Poems Category then you’ll see I’ve got quite a bit of a collection going but I’ve got to create a lot more to be described as Dedicated

The oldest questions in the book from the dawn of time
From the early days when lumberjacks, they were in their prime

This is tricky and it has, no true answers back
The question is what is eaten by the Humble Lumberjack

We all Know that Rabbits eat Lettuce and mice they eat cheese
Cows eat grass, Bears eat honey and chimps like to gobble fleas

This Poem was a idea that came from my mum she suggested I should write a poem about a Zombie Apocalypse and Pen Came to paper Fingers Came to Keyboard Word Came to Blog and out cam a Poem.

They stumble run their rotten teeth
They are the terrors from beneath

Jagged claws, pale eyes
Ignore the Infected’s pleading cries

Finish them off is what to do
because later they will come after you

There is no hope they feel no pain
The shoot them now destroy their brain

When you become one, and it is when
you fall pray inside the lions den

Then do make sure,
Find the cure
A bullet to the head for sure

This poem was inspired by the REAL Morrocan Tree Climbing Goats they are amazing, that much so they made me want to write a short poem about them!
Enjoy

One young man an american fellow wanted to buy some sheep
But his wallet oh poor thing wasn’t very steep

He phoned a friend who phoned a girl somewhere down the line
Someone was selling goats and sheep he said they’d be fine

So he organised to meet with this man on his family farm
he turned up with his two favourite goats, he was mighty calm

He looked the good man in the face, and said lets strike a deal
I’ll tell you whats the price to pay, this it might appeal

The Waves poured toppled and smashed
Upon the deck the waves crashed.

The storm was firm and throwing up rain
The Sea Devil couldn’t take the strain.

The gale thrashed this old boat
Soon it couldn’t keep afloat.

Through his spyglass he had a look.
The gales and waves concerned Hook.

The mast suddenly cracked and failed
Coming down on a sailor and he was impaled.

Tentacles rose from the sea
Making the crewmen scramble and flee.

A Harpoon fired a as the boat swung
It pieced a crewman in the lung.

The tentacles slithered and wrapped around the crew
Grabbing the first mate and ripping him in two.

There once existed a Man named Bart
Who had a tendency to Fart

He was surrounded with propane
Out It came

well he didn’t stay as one part

Belac Wal (Age 9)

Copyright 2006

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Thier once lived a Boy who loved Beanz.
He stuffed all the cans up his jeanz.

Once he ate too many.
Suddenly he Cracked and theny.

He never made it up to his teenz

Belac Wal (Age 9)

Copyright 2006

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(Related to the Limerick Ooopsss!!!)
There lived a man named Bart
After an accident he stopped liking to fart

he became a running athlete
That no body could beat

The duck tape he was joing together with fell apart

Belac Wal (Age 9)

Copyright 2006

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Once lived an Ace
Who wanted to shoot of into space

He was over-weight
He came in late

He was was running and he tripped on his shoe-lace

Belac Wal (Age 9)

Copyright 2006

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The day was early when it came
Like in a dream it was the same

But fast like the speed of light
Eyes fixed on it very tight

running almost leaving Fire
Really I am no Li-er

the police office said
is this something that you had Head?

I stared at the officer with Dis-belief
Startled with anger sudden Grief

He really couldn’t believe me
by the face I could see

The next day I was up at school
I saw something really cool

I stood look at the kitchen at 10:00
smoke and fumes coming then

there I was forward I walked
“stop” “stop” a man squawked

It was one satarday in the morn
when my happynesss was torn.

By the most weird weird weird thing.
like raining frogs that like to sing.

but the most frightning that I recall.
was when i booted my ball.

It flew over the side of the park.
it was caught my something hiding in the dark.

It was holding a sack.
of body peices that It had hack.

It stepped out with a snort.
I chuck to the ground a head it Caught.

It stepped forward feet slobbing like brick.
he spoke “it makes me sick”.

“when people throughstuff on my ground” It sighed.
I coudn’t answer I was petrified.