The floodgates have opened. The fun continues. A number of new poems have been brought to my – our – attention, overnight. To stop them from languishing in the comments, I am giving them their own post.
Teuchter has come out with a beard-love confession in lyrical form.
See yon brown beard that grows so fine,
Could we but with our hands entwine
Those silken strands.
Alas, for us ’tis but a dream,
There’s lands and oceans in between,
But hope still stands!
I think that merits this:
Kathy added some special birthday wishes
more for the RArmy than for RA himself, methinks…
How will dear Richard, celebrate his special day?
Will he have time, while being in a play?
Maybe with a candle in a cupcake or two,
Or a big dish of chocolate ice cream would do.
What will he be thinking,behind his baby blues,
Does his beard itch, or have his socks lost his shoes?
As he moves quickly down the eager line,
His icy eyes say, “You are forever mine.”
You shiver under his azure gaze,
And your surroundings dissolve into haze.
The crowd has left, alone you wait for him.
He is forever grateful, for teaching him to swim.
And cRAmerry reminded us of another one of Hedgehogess’s gems. Here’s the German original:
Es war dereinst ein schöner Tag:
cRAmerry neben Guy da lag,
und beide konnten es nicht lassen
sie mussten gründlich Kuchen fassen.
In leider nicht so weiter Ferne
sieht jemand das nicht gar so gerne
cRAmerry guckt ziemlich entsetzt
weil Guylty fies die Messer wetzt
Guy, der nunmal kampferfahren
weiß wann man muss Würde wahren –
und wann man nurmehr flüchten kann.
Das tut er auch der tolle Mann.
Verzicht fortan auf den Guyliner,
ohne erkennt ihn nämlich keiner,
kürzt sich auch noch das lange Haar)
lebt mit’nem Igel tralala…
And here’s cRAmerry’s translation of the poem:
Once it was a lovely day,
cRAmerry and Guy do happy lay
together munching cake and sweets
romping under heavy sheets.
But someone’s looking from afar
who doesn’t find that “wunderbar”
And round the corner comes a wife,
it’s angry Guylty with a knife.
Guy abruptly starts with running
leaves cRAmerry standing stunning
Denies his Guyliner, crops his hair
that nobody knows him anywhere.
One litte hedgehog hums a tune
and lives a good life with him soon…
Guy without guyliner? Noooooooooooooooooooooo *sobs*… I leave you with a picture of Guyline Central…