There are a lot of these I like. For number 1, I'm torn between Steve Martin's 'Pointy Birds' from The Man With Two Brains
Oh Pointy Birds
Oh Pointy Birds
Pointy, Pointy, Pointy
Anoint my head, anoint me now
nointy nointy
or Peter Cook's dissident poem:
"The Soviet Union is a kharzi
Brezhnev is a c**t
I want me freedom"
What's yours? Are there any good ones from the progs over the years?
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,
Boom, Boom, Boom,
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,
Boom, Boom, Boom
The German Guns by Private S Baldrick
"I talk to the trees
That's why they put me away..."
...cant remember much about it, nut is was in an early issue of Doctor Who Weekly and features Kroton the Cyberman on a kind of ship of the damed and somebody was reading (again and again) a poem about (i think) mud...
...funny when your 11...
Felicity , felicity
you fill me with electricity
Rick -The Young Ones
Thanks for the memory of 'the people's poet'
Here's one from Thurber
Hark, hark the dogs do bark
The duke is fond of kittens
He likes to turn them inside out
And make them into mittens
Cliff, Oh Cliff
Sometimes it must be hard to feel as if,
You really are a cliff
Cliff.
-Rik, the People's Poet
More from Rik... my fave - 'Pollution'
Pollution
All around
Sometimes up
And sometimes down
But always around.
Pollution, are you coming to my town?
Or am I coming to yours?
We're on different buses, pollution
But we're both using petrol
Bombs.
not forgetting
Today, I saw a dog,
Yes, a dog.
Talking to a pig,
Yes, a pig.
They were on the pavement,
Discussing Trotsky.
Not brotsky or crotsky or drotsky or frotsky.
But Trotsky.
Monty Python, The great poet McTeagle...
Lend us a couple of bob till Thursday.
I'm absolutely skint.
But I'm expecting a postal order
and I can pay you back as soon as it comes.
a "funny" button badge waay back in the '80s
There was a young man called Ken,
who swallowed a set of encyclopaedias,
his mother said ken,
what have you done,
they were for supper,
now you've got me remembering the People's Poet's comic strip
Police: Oi you gay,black socialist bastards, get ready for a good kicking
GBSBs: Help!
People's Poet: Hi there, pig!
Police; 'Ow!"
PP: I bet you think your ego's really big
Police: oof!
PP: But do you really give a fig? Pig?
Police: (run away)
GBSBs: (adoringly) Thank you people's poet!
(all of the above badly remembered)
The Saint did some poems which were fun. Burgess' character Enderby did some great stuff, admired by T.S Eliot. But I can't quote those ones. Damn.
Until someone quotes some good (or crap) poetry from 2000AD, here's a bit by Australia's most famous non-existent poet, Ern Malley
rer: Innsbruck, 1495
I had often, cowled in the slumberous heavy air,
Closed my inanimate lids to find it real,
As I knew it would be, the colourful spires
And painted roofs, the high snows glimpsed at the back,
All reversed in the quiet reflecting waters
Not knowing then that D?rer perceived it too.
Now I find that once more I have shrunk
To an interloper, robber of dead men?s dream,
I had read in books that art is not easy
But no one warned that the mind repeats
In its ignorance the vision of others. I am still
the black swan of trespass on alien waters.
Link: Angry Penguins
"We're space marines! we're glorious
We're steadfast brave and true!
So don't you dirtbags mess with us,
Or this is what we'll do!
We'll nick your dogs, we'll nuke your schools,
We'll stretch you on a rack,
we'll borrow all your garden tools,
And never give them back!
We'll sneer and spit and call you names,
tip napalm down your shirt,
your vest will be consumed with flames
and that will really hurt!
Eat the Rich!
Burn their houses!
Be unpleasant to their Spouses!
Well it's actually 'song' lyrics
"Ma gurl-fren's lef me an ah feel like a bum,
Ah loss ma job an when ah wank ah can't cum...'
The Vomits from Iain Bank's The Wasp Factory
I'm trying to find the Kevin Turvey stuff but I'm sadly failing.
Can anyone find the Moon's poetry from the Mighty Boosh. Fecking 'ilarious.:)
I must go down to the sea again,
the lonley sea and the sky,
I left my shoes and socks there,
I wonder if there dry?
From the Goons I think.
An Niel Armstrong
an buzz aldrin
and... de third man
all walkin on ma face
an lookin at all de things
de moons got to offer
Show me a home where the buffalo roam
And I'll show you a houe with a very smelly carpet
The Goodies.
The Wibbly Wobbly men
They don't get up to ten
The run about
and jump and shout
and go back to bed again
Spike Millagan
(that's from memory so it may be a bit wrong
Wendy Cope's Waste Land Limericks, verse I:
In April one seldom feels cheerful;
Dry stones, sun and dust make me fearful;
Clairvoyantes distress me,
Commuters depress me -
Met Stetson and gave him an earful.
On the Ning Nang Nong
Where the Cows go Bong!
And the Monkeys all say Boo!
Theres a Nang Nong Ning
Where the trees go Ping!
And the tea pots Jibber Jabber Joo
On the Nong Ning Nang
All the Mice go Clang!
And you just cant catch em when they do!
So its Ning Nang Nong!
Cows go Bong!
Nong Nang Ning!
Trees go Ping!
Nong Ning Nang!
The mice go Clang!
What a noisy place to belong,
Is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!
Fun though it is, the 'Ning, Nong, Nang' poem is not fictional, it's just a fun silly poem by Spike Milligan
Yeah, that's a Nonsense Poem. I would post the lyrics to Beep the Meeps war chant but I've just packed the book with it in away for storage. Bum.
> Beep the Meeps war chant
Isnt it something like
"Hippity Hop, Clippity Clop, Who's next for the chop!"?
Yeah and the 'Wibbly Wobbly' one isnt entirly fictional