Poems by Anonymous
Oh, the Sexual Life of the Camel
... th the sands of the Nile,Which accounts for the hump on the camel,And the Sphinx's inscrutable smile ...
An old maid in the land of Aloha
... An old maid in the land of AlohaGot wrapped in the coils of a boa; And as the snake squeezed, The old maid, not displeased,Cried: "Darling! I love it! Samoa!" ...
The Old Man's Wish
... sway, And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away, Without gout or stone, by a gentle decay ...
A pansy who lived in Khartoum
... A pansy who lived in KhartoumTook a lesbian up to his room, And they argued a lot About who would do whatAnd how and with which and to whom. ...
Patience
... e fyndezNo rest ne recouerer, bot ramel ande myre,In wych gut so euer he gotz, bot euer is God swete ...
The Rabbit
... Things that your paper never prints --You only mention them in hints ...
The Red River Valley
... ot hasten to bid me adieu, But remember the Red River Valley And the girl that has loved you so true ...
Roll Me Over
... [CHORUS] Roll me over, in the clover, Roll me over, lay me down, And do it again ...
Say Me, Viit in the Brom
... Say me, viit in the brom,Teche me wou I sule donThat min hosebondeMe louien wolde ...
The Seafarer
... is lif gelong in lufan dryhtnes, [where the source of life is in loving the lord,]hyht in heofonum ...
She'll be Comin' Round the Mountain
... red rooster,We will kill the old red rooster,And we'll all have chicken and dumplin', When she comes ...
Sighs
... All night I muse, all day I cry, Ay me!Yet still I wish, though still deny, Ay me!I sigh, I mourn, and say that stillI only live my joys to kill, Ay me ! I feed the pain that on me feeds, Ay me!My wound I stop not, though it bleeds, Ay me!Heart, be content, it must be so,For springs were made to overflow, Ay me! Then sigh and weep, and mourn thy fill, Ay me!Seek no redress, but languish still, Ay me!Their griefs more willing they endureThat know when they are past recure, Ay me! ...
Sir Gawain and the Green Knight
... ce the bold Knight Brutus came hither first after the siege and the assault ceased at Troy, as I wis ...
Sir Patrick Spence
... rdour, It's fiftie fadom deip,And thair lies guid Sir Patrick Spence, Wi the Scots lords at his feit ...
Soldiers who wish to be a hero
... But those who wish to be civilians,Jesus, they run into millions ...
