Mornings in my house are lovely. I often find a little verse or poem or limerick taped to the mirror in the bathroom – a gift from my Great Uncle. I want to keep a record of these – they're good, so periodically I'll post them – some have authors, others do not, so I'll let you know what I know. He just keeps them in his head…
Abou ben Adam (may his tribe increase!)
awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight of his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
an angel, writing in a book of of gold.
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adam bold,
And to the Prescence in the room he said:
"What writest thou?" The vision raised its head,
And, with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?"said Abou, "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerily still, and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one who loves his fellow men."
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again, with a great awakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blest,
And lo! Ben adam's name led all the rest.
Abou ben Adam (may his tribe increase!)
awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight of his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
an angel, writing in a book of of gold.
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adam bold,
And to the Prescence in the room he said:
"What writest thou?" The vision raised its head,
And, with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?"said Abou, "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerily still, and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one who loves his fellow men."
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again, with a great awakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blest,
And lo! Ben adam's name led all the rest.
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A harpist must have
lots of pluck
A black silk costume
And a truck
By: Ogden Nash
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There once was a lawyer named Rex
With diminutive organs of sex
When charged with exposure
He replied with composure
"de minimis non curat lex!"
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A lady form southern Australia
Once went to a dance as a dahlia
But the petals revealed
What they should have concealed
And the dance – as a dance – was a fahlia!
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The wife of the Vicar of Tring
Who, when asked by the Bishop to sing
Replied "Ain't it odd
I can't even tell 'God
Save the weasel' from Pop goes the King'"
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Then a note from his father
Pa Mitchell on lighting a campfire
As fuel is brought to the fire,
So I purpose to bring
My life, and my strength and my heart's desire
To the fire of humankind
For I would kindle, as my fathers have kindled,
and my father's fathers since time began,
the flame that is called the love of man for God,
and the love of man for man.
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