by John Rockie Coppolella
Sunday, January 24, 2010
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This is an adaptation and mostly plagiarized copy of Hilaire Belloc's poem George. I guess I could not resist, poking a little fun at our little Georg, with great apologies to Hilaire Belloc.
Who played with a Dangerous Toy, and suffered a Catastrophe of considerable Dimensions
When Georg's Grandmamma was told
That Georg had been as good as gold,
She promised in the afternoon
To buy him an Immense BALLOON.
And so she did; but when it came,
It got into the candle flame,
And being of a dangerous sort
Exploded with a loud report!
The lights went out! The windows broke!
The room was filled with reeking smoke.
And in the darkness shrieks and yells
Were mingled with electric bells,
And falling masonry and groans,
And crunching, as of broken bones,
And dreadful shrieks, when, worst of all,
The house itself began to fall!
It tottered, shuddering to and fro,
Then crashed into the street below-
Which happened to be Savile Row.
When help arrived, among the dead
Were brothers PeeWee and Jersey Ed,
The Footmen (both of them), the Groom,
The man that cleaned the Billiard-Room,
The Chaplain, and the Still-Room Maid.
And I am dreadfully afraid
That Monsieur Champignon, the Chef,
Will now be permanently deaf-
And both his aides are much the same;
While Georg, who was in part to blame,
Received, you will regret to hear,
A nasty lump behind the ear.
The moral is that little boys
Should not be given dangerous toys.
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|Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper
|excellent one Star rhymed and timed, and you made a good point, when I was a kid we use to shoot each other with bb guns, could have lost any eye, hey God gave us a dangerous weapon, a penis, got to watch where we stuff it, some holes are dangerous, AND it can lead us in some pretty dangerous places, leaving no more smiles on our faces. Hey you're probaly right about the fruit cake, I see it both ways, too many nuts could knock it off balance, and the big city could have all the ingredients, take care|
|Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G
|Whoa! What a laugh-a-riot tribute!
To someone dear, you/we know so well...
Blessings and Harmony, SOULFUL_PaSSionsSHEEoxxo
|Reviewed by Sheri Uy
|Naughty, naughty Georg. Yet we all love him. Thank you for this serious yet funny 'tribute' for one of my favorite authors. Well penned. Happy Valentine's day!
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|Oh my! that's what they call to be chatter-box? man...talking about kiss and tell!!!
I gonna send you a couple of surprise "presents"
Georg (your Godfather )
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
Peace, love, and light,
|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|Georg! Have you been keeping secrets??|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|A delightful write and "tribute" for Georg. Thanks for sharing. Love and peace,