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Title: Limericks, Poetry, etc....
Post by: Captain Deb on April 07, 2006, 09:42:08 am
This Thread was started by Sue but Captain Deb hijacked it over to the General Discussion!!!!


     Limericks, poetry, etc...
« on: April 06, 2006, 08:04:39 PM »   

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Here's what entertained me the other day.  Any English Lit teachers out there need not grade this!  I never said this would be GOOD limericks, poetry, etc.  Add your own, if you so desire.


Limericks


There once was a lady named Sue,
Who didn't know what she should do,
There was a nasty rumor,
That she had a brain tumor,
And then she found out it was true!

Gamma Knife was all that she had,
To fight that brain tumor. It's bad!
So set it to stun,
Let's get this done,
It's personal now and I'm mad!

There was an old lady so blue,
Because in her head something grew,
But she had her resources,
So she gathered her horses,
And off to Providence they flew.
(Doesn't everybody have flying horses??)



Haiku

The docs say it is,
An accoustic neuroma,
I say crapola.
 
 

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Sue in Vancouver, USA
Age 60
2 cm
Left side
Diagnosed 3/13/06
 
 
Title: Re: Limericks, Poetry, etc....
Post by: Captain Deb on April 07, 2006, 09:50:44 am
In the brain of this wenchy named Phyll
Lived a tumor the size of a pill
With a click and a snap,
They gave it a ZAP!
And now the lil' f#%@*&'s quite ill!


Captain Deb and her motley wench crew
Whipped up this strange noxious brew
Its unpleasant aroma
Cures Acoustic Neuroma
But drinkin' it will make ya SPEW!


Howzat!

Captain Deb 8)
Title: Re: Limericks, Poetry, etc....
Post by: Mark on April 07, 2006, 10:46:17 am
Beautifully said Capt Deb  :D

Mark
Title: Re: Limericks, Poetry, etc....
Post by: Captain Deb on April 08, 2006, 09:42:40 am
There once was an Aussie named Larry
Whose AN is seems, was contrary!
So the Batty Wench crew
To Australia they flew--
And they've kidnapped Phyll's Cyberknife Fairy!


Well, the Wenches, they landed Down Under
And poor Larry, he started to wonder--
Have they come here instead
For this thing in my head,
Or to party and pillage and plunder?


Captain Deb 8)
Title: Re: Limericks, Poetry, etc....
Post by: Captain Deb on April 10, 2006, 01:37:56 pm
OK, It don't hafta be a LIMERICK, but a haiku or couplet or a "roses are red" poem or somethin'!
Your turn!!

Captain Deb 8)
Title: Re: Limericks, Poetry, etc....
Post by: Sue on April 10, 2006, 03:00:05 pm
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Roses are red,
Violets are blue
Sick of this AN,
How about you?
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Title: Re: Limericks, Poetry, etc....
Post by: Sue on April 12, 2006, 02:26:47 pm
This is a favorite poem of mine. It is written by Billy Collins (no relation to my husband's family that I know of!) who was the former Poet Laureate of the United States.  I'm not really into poetry that much, but I love this one. I was remebering it because I thought maybe the MRI might show that fishing village, which I suspect lies in the Auditory Ear Canal where the memories are taking down the telephone pole!

Forgetfulness
The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never even heard of,

as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye
and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,

something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.

Whatever it is you are struggling to remember,
it is not poised on the tip of your tongue,
not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.

It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,
well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.

No wonder you rise in the middle of the night
to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.
Title: Re: Limericks, Poetry, etc....
Post by: Frying2Knights on April 12, 2006, 03:11:56 pm
Very childish this I know :-[ but in hospital when my face had slipped :-\ and I could barely walk I couldn't get this out of my head (unlike the tumour!)

(To the tune of "One finger one thumb keep moving")

"One ear, one eye, keep moving.." etc  ;)
Title: Re: Limericks, Poetry, etc....
Post by: Battyp on April 12, 2006, 04:02:47 pm
Frying..nothing is childish if is brought you some relief!  Personally I've never heard of that particular ditty. 
Title: Re: Limericks, Poetry, etc....
Post by: Captain Deb on April 12, 2006, 04:16:15 pm
Peas are for pickin'
Corn is for shuckin'
These post-op symptoms
Just keep on suckin'!!



Tee-hee-hee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;D ;D
Capt Deb 8)
Title: Re: Limericks, Poetry, etc....
Post by: Captain Deb on April 20, 2006, 02:29:59 pm
BY SUE on Pre-treatment options!!

 Re: Limericks, poetry, etc...
« Reply #14 on: Today at 01:13:30 PM »   

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(Think Theme from the Jeffersons, sort of.)

Movin' on up, to the rooftop,
Cleanin' the gutters as I go,
Movin on up, to the tree tops,
Before that, the lawn needs a mow.

Movin on up, to the mountains,
Better get some berries for that pie,
Movin on up, moving on up, moving on up,
Cause Sue's on a Decadron high!   
Title: Re: Limericks, Poetry, etc....
Post by: Sue on May 18, 2006, 12:04:50 pm
The people on here are so cool,
They'll help you decide what to do,
Surgery or radiation,
If that is your question,
Capt Deb and the Crew really rule!
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AN's are like the train in the Roadrunner cartoons. You look both ways and nothing's coming for miles and miles and miles. Then you step out to cross the track and BLAM. So do you ever feel like we are all plastered on the front of that AN locomotive speeding across the desert, all of us with that wild eyed look of fear, trying to figure out how to get off the darn train. ***************************************************

Or, it's like some bad dream, where you are going to go on the merry -go -round with the kiddies; birds are singing, the sky is blue, laughter surrounds you. Then the ride suddenly turns into the roller coaster ride from Hades, you are going up, up, up, into the sky before plunging 5000 feet to the bottom and then up and around and around and upside down and you can see the end of the ride up ahead, but it never seems to stop!  Kind of like a bad Stephen King novel. But, then maybe that's the decadron talking!! ;D

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Or, finally, 4 weeks after your procedure, you finally feel good!  The birds ARE singing, and the sky is really, really blue.  The Pacific Northwest is enjoying an unseasonably dry spring, since all it's rain went to the East Coast, (sorry guys) and the flowers are brighter, the rhodies are bigger, the days are actually hot.  The train slowed down so you could hop off, the roller coaster ride came to a halt, temporarily.  July will be a 3 month MRI and then one in October, and then maybe, just maybe, that ride will be a distant memory and all you know is that life is good.
 ;)
Title: Re: Limericks, Poetry, etc....
Post by: msuscottie on May 18, 2006, 01:53:05 pm
A normal ole guy name Scott,
who thought his hearing was shot
A trip to the doc,
appointments round the clock,
and good news to follow it was not

A mass in the head,
Scott took to the bed, the size of the thing he forgot.
Hospital beds were to follow,
he feared his head would be hollow,
walking and talking and hearing and smiling, all of these things soon were shot.

Days and Months went by,
More than once poor Scott had to cry,
Nothing was working, his face wasn't smirking,
confidence had gone bye-bye.

Pretty soon one step, then two,
He could even tie his own shoe,
Depression was fading, his smile was gaining,
away with the stitches, too-da-loo!

Recovery they say you should dread,
I prefer it to another knife in the head,
My scar is forever, I try not to remember,
the day that damn mass was brand new.
Title: Re: Limericks, Poetry, etc....
Post by: Captain Deb on May 18, 2006, 04:26:58 pm
Well, Bravo to ya, Scottie!
We needs us more AN sea shanties!
AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Capt Deb 8)
Title: Re: Limericks, Poetry, etc....
Post by: Windsong on May 18, 2006, 07:19:11 pm
Whispers of shadows
Tease, tug at my brain,
All is not lost,
There's much to regain.
Title: Re: Limericks, Poetry, etc....
Post by: ppearl214 on May 19, 2006, 08:58:51 am
I should be so talented. Great job Scotty and Windy!
Title: Re: Limericks, Poetry, etc....
Post by: Captain Deb on May 21, 2006, 06:03:00 pm
Gennysmom, who sends bad folks fer jailin',
Has an AN that sets her to wailin'!
Scoop it out with a SPORK!
Plug the hole with a CORK!
The Wench needs to get back to Sailin'!


Tee-hee-hee!

Capt Deb 8)