SoP 16: "The Bonny Ship the Diamond" and The Mighty Pink Daffodil

The Bonnie Ship the Diamond
Traditional Scotish folk song

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(Just so I don't lose "points" for improper meter, I'm bolding the beats. To be sung to some generic sea-shanty type tune until I come up with something else. Inspired by Diary Entries From the Crew of the Pirate Ship the Pink Daffodil, by Eloosive et al)



Well I'll tell ye a tale of somethin' worse than blight
Hey, ho, the Pink Daffodil
Of a ship, she surely was a sight
Hey, ho, the pink daffodil

With sides and sails of a faint rose-peach
The mighty Pink Daffodil
She'll be lucky t'even make it to the beach
Hey, ho, the Pink Daffodil

Clear the ports and make a scene
For the mighty pink Daffodil;
She's nothing short of in'tresting,
Will she come to greatness? Doubt she will.

With Captain Bottoms at the front
Hey, ho, the Pink Daffodil
The way he leads is nothin' short of blunt
Hey, ho, the Pink Daffodil


He cocks his hat and yells quite a bit
On the mighty Pink Daffodil,
But he's never lost for a word or a quip
Hey, ho, the Pink Daffodil.


Clear the ports and make a scene,
Here comes the Pink Daffodil.
There're clouds of doubt to her life 'spect'ncy
But she pulls through, she always will.

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Yarg! Thar she is: The Pink Daffodil!



Well, an origami version, anyway. I couldn't find pink paper, so I used red, and tried to make it as pink as possible.

SoP: Time

It's interesting how
when we seemingly have
MORE
time,
The more likely it is
that it
r
.u
..n
...s

~~~a
~~w
~a
y

from us.

Why is it that
in crunch time
we seem to be able
to create
MORE
time?

SoP 14: Driver's Ed & Paranoia

If you live life as high as sequoias,
here's a course you might enjoy'ahs,
Good for both girls and the boy'ahs:
Driver's Ed and Paranoia.

One in the same, in both my eyes.
Don't sep'rate them, don't even try!
Just think, it'd be no fun to die
Because of th'unseen Other Guy.

On the side walks or 'hind the wheel
Always be prepared to yiel'
Don't you dare to on the road peal,
Or someone's life you just may steal.

Now, I hate paranoia, see,
But I don't wanna dee-eye-ee
Behind the wheel of a automobi'
So watch it for Other gee-why-ee.

If you live life as high as sequoias,
here's a course you might enjoy'ahs,
Good for both girls and the boy'ahs:
Driver's Ed and Paranoia.

SoP 13: Limericks!

The Book of Nonsense, 10
Edward Lear
There was an Old Man in a tree,
Who was horribly bored by a Bee;
When they said, "Does it buzz?"
He replied, "Yes, it does!"
It's a regular brute of a Bee!"
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There once was a parrot named Bob
And he used to continually sob,
"Please notice me! Can't anyone see
That I just want corn on the cob!"
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Yay for off-the-cuff limericks! I haven't tackled one of these in quite some time.

SoP 12: "El Paso" and Another one Re: The Admirer

El Paso
sung by Chris Thile

(Go to 52:02... that's where the song starts)

A pianist sat beneath a tree
atop a verdant hill
And passed her days writing away
letting her mind go where it will.

Now a phantom lived atop the tree
Where the pianist liked to be
And soon became smiten with what she'd written
"I think I'm in love," thought he.


But the phantom could not tell his love
Of his feelings strong
Without her sight knowing, without his face showing
Until an idea came along.

He knew she kept her writing book
Inside the olden tree
"I'll leave a not ehtere, my thoughts I will share."
He wrote, then waited to see.

The pianist she came very early next morn
And a curious sight she found:
She found her book, 'steand of in the nok
Opened up near rock on the soft ground.

She found a note scrawled on a page
"I thiink I'm in love!" it declared.
She came most suspicious. "I wonder who this is,"
For she was the only one there.

This continued for a few weeks more
Till the pianist cried, "enough!"
"If yourself you don't show, anonymity goes!"
"I'm tired of secrety stuff."

Then she wondered, "¿qué pasará?"
"Would the admirer lose the strong heart
If he couldnt stay 'non'mous? Did I sound too auton'mous?"
"No, this is right, in my heart."

Weeks later she sat in her tree
Upon a surly branch
When from up in the tree came a sight to see,
The phantom stood below with timid stance.

"Ive been your secret admirere,"
He said in a tone most shy.
"I had to profess, I tried to confess
my love for you," he sighed.

The pianist crossed her arms and smiled at him
A smile thick-laden with pity.
"You sure have some gumption. I make the assumption
YYou'd like to stay'n anonymity?"

The phantom nodded eagerly,
enamorous glint in his eye.
The pianist shook her head, and to herself she said,
"Least I know who those notes are by."
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I whipped this up late, I know the meter's off, but I had to write this in light of a revelation. Yes, the Admirer's finally revealed himself to me. I'm not only a technicality freak, I'm also a chiquita of my word. In "The Dangers of Loving an Imp" (SoP 7), I "threatened" (paraphrased) "Unless you give me some sort of clue to your identity, poof goes the anonymous option." So, because he i.d.'ed himself to me, I'll be nice and keep the option of anonymity for future commentage.

SoP 11

To write poetry in the dark
Is to write poetry confused

The muttled noise
The lack of light
Shrouded in darkness
Is all sight, all sound

How to make sense of
It all?
How to escape?

Like a car on the highway,
All we can do
Is sit back,
Buckle up,
And hold on.

SoP 10: Star-Spangled Banner

The Star-Spangled Banner
Francis Scott Key

O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming;
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines on the stream;
'Tis the star-spangled banner; O long may it wave
O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave,
From the terror of flight and the gloom of the grave;
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave!

O! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land,
Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just.
And this be our motto— "In God is our trust; "
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
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No poem from me today... Happy Independence Day!