grinder Posted April 10, 2010 Share Posted April 10, 2010 In the 10yrs of education I received many years ago now. I attended four different schools. Each school had at least one teacher who was determined to give us a bit of "culture",though they must have know they were flogging a dead horse, they insisted we leaned a piece of poetry. Now poetry was not something you usually discussed with the rest of the Football team or your mates, for obvious reasons. But.... Amazingly some of it stuck, though perhaps only the odd sentence or two for the most part, but some times in rare moments of lucidity a button is pushed and bloody gret swathes of it come rushing back, stuff you'd forgotten you even knew !!!! The farthest I can go back (forgetting nursery rhymes )is this from the Infants at Arbourthorne North... I wonder, I wonder, if anyone knows, who lives in the hart of a velvety rose. Is it a Goblin or is it an Elf, or is it the Queen of the fairies her self .... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DUFFEMS Posted April 10, 2010 Share Posted April 10, 2010 Carfield Junior School, Mrs. Jones' English lessons: Now the joys of the road are chiefly these, A crimson touch on the hard-wood trees, A vagrant's morning wide and blue, In early fall when the wind walks too This is clearly American/Canadian and us Meersbrook kids had no idea what a hard-wood tree or a vagrant was but, we all sat there and chanted the whole 20+ verses! Mrs. Jones would march up and down at the front of the class striding in time with our melancholic voices whilst beating the time with a ruler, I still have the image in my mind. Another one which we sang with Miss. Cowley the music teacher: The camel's hump is an ugly lump which well you may see at the zoo But uglier yet is the hump we get from having too little to do This is before the word "hump" had a different meaning! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
grinder Posted April 10, 2010 Author Share Posted April 10, 2010 One that comes and go's in bits from Heeley Bank school started, Old meg she was a Gypsy who lived upon the moors..... one verse I think went - Her apples were squat blackberry's, her pears were pods of broom Her wine was the dew of the wild white rose, her book a church yard tomb... I think I remember that bit because it was the teachers favorite verse and even at that early age I was a creep ..... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shedevil Posted April 10, 2010 Share Posted April 10, 2010 oLD MOTHER REILEY TRIED TO MILK A COW oLD MOTHER REILEY DIDNT KNOW HOW SHE PULLED ITS TAIL INSTEAD IF ITS TIT AND OLD MOTHER REILEY GOT COVERED IN S**T Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DUFFEMS Posted April 10, 2010 Share Posted April 10, 2010 One that comes and go's in bits from Heeley Bank school started, Old meg she was a Gypsy who lived upon the moors..... one verse I think went - Her apples were squat blackberry's, her pears were pods of broom Her wine was the dew of the wild white rose, her book a church yard tomb... I think I remember that bit because it was the teachers favorite verse and even at that early age I was a creep ..... Think it's a Keats poem: OLD MEG she was a Gipsy, And liv'd upon the Moors: Her bed it was the brown heath turf, And her house was out of doors. II. Her apples were swart blackberries, Her currants pods o'broom; Her wine was dew of the wild white rose, Her book a churchyard tomb. Strangely enough, to this day I hate poetry, I don't see the point in it though I love the English language. Duffems Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shedevil Posted April 10, 2010 Share Posted April 10, 2010 My aunty mary had a canary up the leg of her drawers when she f**ted down it darted from the leg of her drawers Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
grinder Posted April 10, 2010 Author Share Posted April 10, 2010 That's the one Duffems, Keats eh, Fancy, I nearly got it right so some of it must have stuck... shedevil. Your teacher taught you those !!! What school did you go to ? PS. Is that She devil or Shed evil Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cal1943 Posted April 10, 2010 Share Posted April 10, 2010 oLD MOTHER REILEY TRIED TO MILK A COW oLD MOTHER REILEY DIDNT KNOW HOW SHE PULLED ITS TAIL INSTEAD IF ITS TIT AND OLD MOTHER REILEY GOT COVERED IN S**T Hi, You must have gone to the same school as my husband! He knew the same poetry as you! lol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shedevil Posted April 11, 2010 Share Posted April 11, 2010 Hi, You must have gone to the same school as my husband! He knew the same poetry as you! lol lolololthey were school yard poems as the worm song was lol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shedevil Posted April 11, 2010 Share Posted April 11, 2010 now you bite of there heads and you suck out the juice andyou throw there skins away nobody knows how the teacher survives on a hundred worms a day Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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