Miss Ross is great, Miss Ross is fun
And merrily welcomes everyone;
"You're new?" she cries; "Well come on in!"
"There's a chair in the corner," and with a grin
She regales us with her youthful tales,
Of sun and sea, of slugs and snails;
Her imagery is second to none,
Have you seen her evening sun?
Never a tear, never a moan;
Never a wail and never a groan.
Miss Ross is missed when she's not around,
But do not fret - she's just gone to ground
While she's at school - no time for leisure;
At weekends - welcome back a real treasure!



And great poem in your previous post - only just noticed it this evening (for a person in my profession, I can be very unobservant at times....)

Thank you, Looney..now it's my turn to be flattered...

I've been working on it....here goes....

If you are down and feeling blue,
Daisychain is there for you.
Come rain, come shine, come stormy weather,
She'll brew you a cuppa and make you feel better.
She can be fun and zany as well,
When you're in need of a laugh, just give her a bell.
She's found all over the place in the forums,
In the games zone; but also the parts with 'decorum'
If you read her posts, you're in for a treat;
Never a dull moment when she's in her seat
That's reserved in the place "Come in, sit down"
(Put the kettle on yourself and she'll frown!)
Sensitive and kind is our resident Daisy,
But also quick-witted and pleasantly crazy!

My goodness me...thank you! I will put that on my piano.

And the one about me is going inside my locker - usually reserved only for certain photographs

There was a young lady called Ross,
Who really thought she was the boss,
She played 'Hey diddle diddle',
On her viola and fiddle,
And smiling, said "I don't give a ....

Phil Dixon, Phil Dixon,
Plays tuba and things,
Is partial to crumpets,
And in opera sings.
To see him is easy,
To meet him is hard,
Though my name they had written
On a big piece of card!
"Next time will be different,
I'll see you for certain".
(I'll stand by the stage
As they lower the curtain).
"It's me!!!" he'll cry
As he jumps up and down,
Yes, I know who you are now....
The new forum clown!!!

Daisy Chain is at it again
Rhyming like crazy
and that rhymes with Daisy
words come out like pasta
and sometimes she hasta
go fasta and fasta
so she's not the lasta
to finish the post

HazelKay!

I've resorted to using TWO windows to try and combat the cross-posting - and it STILL doen't work!!

HazelKay
plays the flute
"What's that?" said Joan
"she plays the lute?"

"The flute!" said Norman
"You are a ninny"
"Now get into the kitchen
and put on your pinny!"

So poor old Joan
shuffled around
Pulled out pots and pans
and then with a frown

Pulled out a flute
from the kitchen drawer
And with a single fell swoop
KO'd Norman with a roar!

(edit - actually it's not quite about HK but will try again later....)

Looney tunes and crazy daisy
chain their posts cos they're not lazy
posting bits on Ab's forum,
those lovely bits! - but with decorum
they give us laughs and pause for thought
and leave us thinking ' now we ought
to write a satisfactory spiel
that gives all forummers a real
warm and comforting cosy glow
and with that I'll have to go

Hazel has the name of a nut
But wait a mo and you will say
"Nutty by name but come what may
There's nothing nutty about HazelKay"!


Thanks for your poem Hazel!

(thanks for poem, HK! )

AC or DC
DC or TC
TC or PC
Or QC maybe?

"Dear Looney - Oh, what should I do?!
I've something else to ask of you..."
Without a grudge you do reply,
And the right answer you do supply.

Looney, without you I'd be lost,
Especially when our posts are crossed!
So stick around, you know you want to ,
Pop into the café, we'll have a(nother) brew.

Give the lady some time
And she'll find a good rhyme
Give a twist to her bow
And her cadence will flow
Give a glazed and warmed pot
And the tea will be hot
When the weather is chilly
She might stop being silly
And we'll miss her hosting
A series of postings
That give us a laugh.

Hazel Kay has gone away.
It really is a pity.
Come back and pen some more today.
I love your clever ditties.

Petrat, who lived in Anglesey,
Had a great sense of musicality,
When she sang in the bath,
It made us all laugh,
And her rubber ducks had apoplexity.

Fred, you changed your post.

Please will the next poster write a poem about Fred?

Please will someone write a poem about me ??

Your wish is my command, Fred!

As everyone knows, when it comes to these shows,
Fred is a whizz with his horses!
We’ll hang out the flags
For your musical nags
If you keep to the straight, narrow courses!


Feel free to add more poems about our Fred!

But I think I already did one about you. So maybe someone else can do one?

Well done Ratty!

A lady called Petra one day
Set out for a sail round the bay
The sea was too shallow,
And the boat far too narrow
She's stuck in the mud to this day.

A sailor came by and he saw her;
"Should I save her...or should I ignore her?"
She called "Take me ashore to the land, son,
You're a mighty young man..and so handsome"

They now talk 'til the morning is nearing,
The dawn chorus both are soon hearing.
"I've met a new man...he's called Morgan,
I suggest you go play on your organ!"

DC was conducting the choir,
and - just so no-one can call me a liar -
with St. George and me (Flossy)
She had to get bossy...
For our giggling was getting quite dire.

There was a young lady, Floss
with DC she got rather cross,
All she wanted was fun,
DC let her have none!
Now DC's out picking moss (instead of conducting a choir)

Hello cello was ringing the bells
Someone said "Your armpit smells"

Cor, i hate daisychain
Shes about to feel some pain.

A lady by the name of DC,
Repeatedly had problems with her PC.
She'd oft ask a kind friend,
Who she drove half round the bend,
And who finally said "Oh c'mon, DC, it's easy"!



[waits for somebody to find something which rhymes with Gedeckt....]

Holz was a very smooth talker,
Who attracted many a stalker,
He came home one morn,
To many clothes torn,
So decided to move to Minorca!

Our new Forumite, one Solari
Is assured of a future that’s starry.
He posts night and day
In his own special way.
He’d probably post on safari!



What a name to find rhymes for, old bean!

A frequent poster by the name of Ratty,
Went around in clothes which were really quite tatty,
Her posts were quite daft,
And everybody laughed,
Cos they thought she really was batty!

HG plays fine Bach and some hymns
A pity he's so dire with the poems!

A pianist is DaisyChain.
A cheerful poster in the main,
She entertains us many a day
As Lydia in OLTVA.
And nothing makes her happier than
Music composed by Beethoven.

A mother who hails from West Berks,
On the ABRSM forums frequently lurks.
Giving lots of advice,
generally being really quite nice,
despite having several odd quirks!

Go on then, Gerald. Let's see what you've found to rhyme with 'Gedeckt'!

OK, two differently spelled rhymes:

There once was a chap called Holtz Gedeckt
Whose behaviour was always correct
But he PMd maledictis
A teacher who very strict is
Now his future in music is wrecked!

You will also note that this follows the famous 9-9-8-8-9 limerick plan

Please don't anyone tell Carol or I am dead

There as a guy called Gedall,
Who wanted to win a medal,
He entered a test,
Playing flute in his vest,
But won only a bike with one pedal.

There once was a guy, gedall40,
Whose posts were often quite naughty,
He tried to poke fun,
At Carol, for one,
He'll be getting his punishment shortly


There was a young man called Gedeckt,
Whose life became suddenly wrecked,
His problem with drink,
Caused his breath to stink,
And he rarely could keep it erect!

(all in good humour of course )

Solari you were far too slow,
In writing your poem I trow,
Two there are for Gedall40,
The man you say is naughty,
I expect he is haughty , just now..

fsharpminor my friend,
You were too quick,
My post was too tardy to send.
So I shall bow out,
To your jovial clout,
And bring this poor prose to an end.

Solari, Solari top poster again
Solari, Solari do let us know when
Your work you complete
You're not rushed off your feet
So your boss must be lovely, old hen!

Tut, tut MrG - you surely know that I am all-seeing, all-knowing

You are so right Sol

Oh dear, that didn't take long. I never for one moment imagined you would come into the Games Zone.

Or...... OK. Who spilt the beans then, chaps? It must have been HG or Sol or F#min.

I only called you "strict" Carol - that's not punishable by death is it? And you are a teacher (a very good one).
Edit at 5.23: [This has been here an hour now and no response - I think I might have got away with it this time...]

Gedall's been naughty again,
He put another 'mite in the frame,
Now don't mess with Carol,
Or you'll be over a barrel,
And she'll show you the meaning of pain.



The last time I wrote this much "poetry" must have been when I was about 16...

(Why I am replying *again* and leaving myself open to pot-shots? )

...only because I was off-line, I'm back now

Hmm... I'm thinking of swapping you to the naughty list now

Is that a threat or a promise?

A promise

[Creeps quietly away while nobody is looking .......]

Not very subtle MrG...

Pot...kettle....

Solari's was the last poem, so here goes:

There was a young chap called Solari
Who drove like he owned a Ferrari
Each red light he'd question
Ask "just a suggestion?"
Then speed off to drink a Campari.

I have a Spanish friend who always jumped red lights in Madrid, and when I asked him why he replied "Solamente una sugerencia" (it's only a suggestion).

Great!

A gent who was known just as Ged
When blowing flute, kept going quite red
A well known critique (*)
Questioned his technique
He replied, "I'd rather be in bed!"


* I know - it should be critic, but it didn't rhyme...