The Bangaloo

"What is a Bangaloo, Daddy?"
"A Bangaloo, Son," said I,
"Is a tall bag of cheese
Plus a Chinaman's knees
And the leg of a nanny goat's eye."

"How strange is a Bongaloo, Daddy?"
"As strange as strange," I replied.
"When the sun's in the West
It appears in a vest
Sailing out with the noonday tide."

"What shape is a Bongaloo, Daddy?"
"The shape, my Son, I'll explain:
It's tall round the nose
Which continually grows
In the general direction of Spain"

"Are you sure there's a Bongaloo, Daddy?"
"Am I sure, my Son?" said I.
"Why, I've seen it, not quite
On a dark sunny night
Do you think that I'd tell you a lie?"
-Spike Milligan.

Peace In My Eyes

Peace in my eyes

Is something so divine,

It carries my core

Higher and more.

The rhythms of the universe,

The first kiss of life,

The colours of the rainbow

Brighten my shadow.

The first ray of sunrise,

From the horizon seen,

Is something so spectacular,

Yet something so serene.

For peace means silence,

The freedom of the unspoken,

The period of serenity,

The fragrance of the Almighty.

In my eyes it means-

No war, no violence,

No killing, no screaming,

Only soft murmur and silence.

Peace in my eyes

Is something so divine,

It carries my core

Higher and more.

The World of Coco-Cola

Cola from my shower
Something different something sour
Pepsi from my tap
Something new for my cat.

Mountain dew to wash the dishes
Limca to place my fishes
Fanta full of fun
Quenching thirst after sun!

Bottles of H2O -
Now are something more
Full of fizz, abundant bliss
Filling tummies with a loud hiss!

Replacing water and the world ,
Cola is the new word
Spreading flavour adding colour
Make sure u get the cola-power!

Thumbs up all the way
7-up to fill the bay
Drink Coca cola
Make it quick, sweeeten your molar!

Weird

Green blue,

And all monkey-poo;

Yellow red,

That’s what my dentist said.

Twenty seven,

Is not like eleven;

Eighty eight,

Is something fat and great.

People sing ,

With all bling-bling;

Parrots chatter,

And make the mad-hatter.

With ten fish,

Make a lousy dish;

With one brain,

Make this poem strange!

Welcome

Welcome to The Fruitcake Jamble

Be ready to eat an apple

For our cake contains all types 'o remains

But we wont let you'll get stomach-pains!