I meant as a co-mod or interim mod until she finds her way back here.

I have another one from my head, I think it was Ogden Nash since he seems to have made most of these types of poems, but I couldn't find it on the internet to verify his authorship:

The Camel

The camel is a mammal
by Arabs highly prized
I rode one once, like a dunce
And got a huge surprise
It looked so easy, cool and breezy,
Camels must be fun!
So up I got and let it trot
under the desert sun

Oh Rock-like hump
With every bump
My pants did rise in air
Till on the ground
myself I found
(the camel went elsewhere)

The camel is a mammal
By Arabs highly prized
Let them ride, I'm satisfied
To be mechanized!

I also remember one about a panther...

The panther is like a leopard
Except it hasn't been peppered
Should you behold a panther's crough
Prepare to say "ouch"
Better yet, when called by a panther
Don't anther

Those are great, frog.

I love the lisp at the end of the panther one. Two dings!!

Thanks for the poems froglipz, I really like the Camel especially the line "Oh Rock-like hump With every bump My pants did rise in air". My kids got to ride a camel once and what struck me was how tall camels are and how high up my kids were ... I couldn't help feeling a little parental concern about what would happen to them if they fell off the camel like this dude does in the poem. I was wishing I had a handy bike helmet or something.

And maybe Penny could be interim poetry forum moderator. You have my vote. As to what happens on this forum, I really like having a 'poem a day' from some source or other. Just something interesting to read over a cup of coffee and maybe post a comment.

I definitely enjoyed that format through the 500 and part of the Rattle Bag. Anyone have an anthology suggestion?

The Lama

The one-l lama,
He's a priest;
The two-l llama,
He's a beast.
And I will bet
A silk pajama
There isn't any
Three-l lllama.

Also Ogden Nash

My parents would always end that wirh

A three l lllama is one heck of a big fire!!! (they were volunteer firemen)

Another poem from my childlike brain this one by Laura Elizabeth Richards

Eletelephony

Once there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant—
No! no! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone—
(Dear me! I am not certain quite
That even now I've got it right.)
Howe'er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk;
The more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee—
(I fear I'd better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)

Frog; not sure about the camel, but "The Panther" was definitely written by Nash. My favorite in his bestiary is "The Hippopotamus."

Behold the hippopotamus!
We laugh at how he looks to us.
But in those moments dark and grim,
I wonder how we look to him?

Peace, peace o' hippopotamus!
We really look all right to us.
As you no doubt delight the eye
of other hippopotami.

Wow, I never saw that one before! Thanks Cattleman

Good idea, I'll have a lookout for an interesting anthology and maybe others have suggestions and then we can pick one and post poems on a daily basis ..

definitely let me know, I think I can pop in pretty regularly for a while...

I am missing everyone so much, it hurts.....

How odd, that when we have been talking on the interweb for a year or two....we miss one another....

Well, maybe not so odd. xx

me too! I remember explaining to someone how you CAN have real friendships with people you have never met you just need to be wary of pilots and underwear models...

And here is another poem completely randomly

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

And of course that was Shel Silverstein

I like this !! Sounds like great advice ... and I kind of get underwear models, but pilots? Maybe cause they are always out of town? Or ... ?

LoL it was one of the biggest lies told by guys about their occupations in the 90's in the heyday of internet chat. the more attractive they claim to be the less likely it is to be true....

Oh, the late, great Shel Silverstein. I remember many of his poems, I always like "I'm Being Swallowed by a Boa Constrictor," and "The Slithergadee."

Of course, those were silly little rhymes meant to make us laugh. "Where the Sidewalk Ends," makes us think, and reflect, and smile (or cry).