Hey guys, do you still remember your favorite poetry recitations while growing up? Share with us if you do, however long, short, or funny it may be. Don't be shy. Here is one of mine;

AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG.
Good people all of every sort,
Give ear unto my song;
And if you find it wondrous short,
It cannot hold you long.

In Islington, there was a man,
Of whom the world might say;
That still a godly race he ran,
Whene'er he went to pray.

A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes,
The n.aked everyday he clad,
When he puts on his clothes.

And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound,
And curs of low degree.

This dog and man at first were friends;
But when a pique began,
The dog, to gain some private ends,
Went mad and bit the man.

Around from all the neighbouring streets,
The wondering neighbours ran,
And swore the dog has lost its wits,
To bite so good a man.

The wound it seemed both sore and sad,
To every christian eye;
And while they swore the dog was mad,
They swore the man would die.

But soon, a wonder came to light,
That showed the rogues they lied;
The man recovered of the bite,
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The dog it was that died!


I suspect that I'll be back with more, but c'mon let's see yours too..

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
my love for you will never die!

(^^Now why do I find it hard to believe that you recited that as a kid )

I feel so bad for uncle Ted,
There's not much hair upon his head,
And what is worse, he barely hears,
There's too much hair inside his ears.

Birdy Birdy in the sky,
What you doing in my eye,
It tastes like sugar,
It feels like soup
Oh my God, it's birdy poop!

I did! I was writing poems to a girl I had a crush on in sec sch.

here's another...

Gone are the days
when my heart was young and gay,
Gone are my friends
from the cotton fields away...
Gone from the earth
to a better land I know...
I hear the gentle voices calling
Old black Joe!
I'm coming! I'm coming!!
For my head is bending low...
I hear the gentle voices calling...
Old black Joe!

I know a funny little man, as quiet as a mouse
Who does the mischief that is done in everybody's house
There's no one ever sees his face
And yet we all agree
That every plate we break was cracked
By Mr. Nobody

'Tis he who always tears our books
Who leaves our doors ajar
He pulls the buttons from our shirts,
And scatters pins afar,
That squeaking door will always squeak,
Because of this you see,
We leave the oiling to be done,
By Mr. Nobody.

He puts damp wood upon the fire,
So kettles cannot boil;
His, are the feet that bring in mud,
And all the carpets soil,
The papers always are mislaid,
Who had them last but he?
There's no one tosses them about
But Mr. Nobody.

said Judas to Mary
Now what will u do...
With ur ointment so rich and so rare?

I'll pour it all over the feet of the Lord
and I'll wipe it away with my hair, she said
I'll wipe it away with my hair

O mary O mary! O think of the poor
this ointment, it could have been sold!
O think of d blanket and think of the bread
u could buy with the silver & gold, he said
u could buy with the silver and gold

tomorrow tomorrow I'll think of d poor
tomorrow she said, not today!
...
...

...damn* I've forgotten d last verse...

Hehe. You tried na. It's the short ones, I remember well too.

eeyyaa...sowie! Sometimes, I wish I could just become young and innocent...

down by the river side the green grass grow there sit nene washing her clothes she sing she sings she sings so sweet..............old roger is dead nd gone to his grave hm ah gone to his grave they planted a mango tree over his head..........who sat n watch my infant head who gaze upon my heart my mother....

ifeware: down by the river side the green grass grow there sit nene washing her clothes she sing she sings she sings so sweet..............old roger is dead nd gone to his grave hm ah gone to his grave they planted a mango tree over his head..........who sat n watch my infant head who gaze upon my heart my mother....

Hehehehe. Funny, Nene reminds me of Mr. Sada is a farmer! I see that you're one of us, that's finding it hard to remember the complete versions of some of those recitations. Way to go, though!

There were two little black birds sitting on the wall
one named peter, one named paul
fly away peter, fly away paul!
come back peter, come back paul!
O come back two little black birds and sit on the wall!

Humpty dumpty sat on the wall
Humpty dumpty had a great fall!
......
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fluid26: There were two little black birds sitting on the wall
one named peter, one named paul
fly away peter, fly away paul!
come back peter, come back paul!
O come back two little black birds and sit on the wall!

Look at you. See the easy one, you remembered.:p

Rocktation:

Look at you. See the easy one, you remembered.:p

b4 nko?

THE GLUTTON'S PRAYER.
Now I sit down here to eat
I know my hunger pangs will meet
This pound of bacon sure looks small
If it were twice that much, I'd eat it all

But there's four eggs fried with sausage links
A bowl of grits and juice to drink
Hash browned potatoes on the side
I wish I had two more eggs fried....

Though not as good as last night's meal
I thank you Lord, that was a Deal
The ribs I had, seamed just enough
Though the second slab was tough

The beans were bold and kind of spicy
But the second bowl, I handled nicely
The coleslaw they served me tasted sweet
It really went well with the meat

Smoked chicken too, came with the meal
To my taste bud, it did appeal
I cleaned my plate down to the bones
Desert, I almost had to take home

If I can get up from this chair
And walk to the lounger over there
I'll take my drink and bag of snacks
In case my hunger pangs come back

So Lord, I thank you for this time
To enjoy the life, my food and wine
And pray that you will guide my feet
When it again comes time to eat.

Run chicken run,
The farmers got the gun,
The wife has the oven hot,
And you're the one,
So run and run
So you don't get served with a bun.

Rocktation: I know a funny little man, as quiet as a mouse
Who does the mischief that is done in everybody's house
There's no one ever sees his face
And yet we all agree
That every plate we break was cracked
By Mr. Nobody

'Tis he who always tears our books
Who leaves our doors ajar
He pulls the buttons from our shirts,
And scatters pins afar,
That squeaking door will always squeak,
Because of this you see,
We leave the oiling to be done,
By Mr. Nobody.

He puts damp wood upon the fire,
So kettles cannot boil;
His, are the feet that bring in mud,
And all the carpets soil,
The papers always are mislaid,
Who had them last but he?
There's no one tosses them about
But Mr. Nobody.

u copied this one from somewhere, shey?

I went to the animal farm
and the bees and the birds were there

(*damn I've forgotten dis verse)

the monkey gave a jump!
Right on the elephant's nose!
And the elephant cried and shouted
O dat has come from the monkey

(*forgotten again...mehn I'm getting old sha!)

You will be surprised by how much i still remember.

fluid26:
(*forgotten again...mehn I'm getting old sha!)

....and i would have been surprised, had you remembered that in full.

Rocktation: You will be surprised by how much i still remember.

....and i would have been surprised, had you remembered that in full.

you are still a small girl na...

Predictable you.

Predictable me? Incredible u!

Have you ever seen a tortoise,
Crawlin' slowly on its way?
Slowly creepin',
Slowly crawlin',
Fifty yards in half a day!
Why so slowly-
Oh! So slowly,
Does it creep from place to place?
With that very-
Oh! So very,
Tired look upon its face!
It is not because its lazy,
Or because its old and slow;
If YOU were carrying a house,
How quickly would YOU go?

firestar: Have you ever seen a tortoise,
Crawlin' slowly on its way?
Slowly creepin',
Slowly crawlin',
Fifty yards in half a day!
Why so slowly-
Oh! So slowly,
Does it creep from place to place?
With that very-
Oh! So very,
Tired look upon its face!
It is not because its lazy,
Or because its old and slow;
If YOU were carrying a house,
How quickly would YOU go?

Awww, this is cute! Me likey
*Sharigan!!!*

My teacher taught me that once upon a time, I think I'll tell you all this in a rhyme.
People didn't understand a thing about the land... For instance they believed that Atmos the strong, held the world upon his shoulders for ever so long...
And another thing that people thought was really very silly: was that the earth was flat and square--although a little hilly... And if you walked and walked and walked and couldn't help but reach the edge; but if you did beware -they said- , you better hold on to ledge; or you'll fall and fall forever and never come back to earth- no, never!
And if you were lucky were this to occur, what a close shave! For he almost went over! So like that -they said- a stone went tumbling down... And it hit poor Atmos toe-- before it touched the ground.
And the mountains began to heave and mutter and that's how the earth became covered with flood, when all you could hear was a splutter... This continued on for another age or two. And then a coconut dropped-- completely out of the blue...
What do you think, it dropped with a clink! As stars sprangled to view.

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(Now I have a headache, and the poem isn't finished!)
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Never knew that time went on, but people learnt how to get on-- little by little with sciences and such; acheiving all these gave no small luck.
For example, one beautiful sunny fine day-- a man went around on a beautiful carpet-- a magic one; when lo and behold! He looked down and suddenly knew that the earth was round!
He couldn't believe it-- he told himself with glee... So down he flew for a look to see.
He came down and was so far tired out to look, so he set himself down to a tree's shady nook.
By the time he awoke, the shade was quite gone-- twas a terrible bother.
So off he went to the other side, and when that didn't work; he was left to be tied. So he gave up the snooze and started to prance.
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A little while later when he sat himself down, by some old Roman ruins that lay on the ground.
He watched a bee fly around and around... He already knew that the earth wasn't flat. He supposed it went round the sun--just like that!
And that's how he knew that the stars and things, circled the sun in perfect rings!
That's what makes the seasons and all:
Winter,
Spring,
Summer and Fall.

The wind, the rain, the hail and snow,
It makes birds hasty to get on the go!

The Northward winds are cold and biting,
The Southward winds are warm and inviting

So down they fly in perfect order,
With the currents they glide, south of the border.

It warmer in the southern south you know,
And that's where bananas and palm trees grow...

Moments of flight a couple weeks later,
Met plenty of lions and alligators...

Oh! He's gone too far south!
He better not land in a cannabals mouth...


(Smack!)

Saved by the bell,
I guess I was dreaming.
I'm sorry professor please don't look so fuming.
I've gone over my lessons and dreamt about stars,
The sun, moon, and the planet mars!
Damn...
I guess that ends my daydream in classes,
I guess after all, he can see through his glasses!

What is he mumbling?
What's it about?
I'm still in a daze,
and i can't make it out.

Cos by listening in class
I feel when I grow up
I can change a great deal!
I'll be an explorer and take a long trip
Way up to the moon in a golden spaceship!
And I will take my professor, father and mother...

Although I forgot that I was a bother....










The end.

Wow, lil wonder why you keep getting headaches. That's one long-arse recitation. Cool though. I loved it . But hey, did they teach you that in school?

who sat and watched my infant head
While sleeping on my cradle bed
And tears of sweet affection shed...
My Moooother!