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Dentist Dan

Nentis Nan, he's my man,
I go do im each chanz I gan.
He sicks me down an creans my teed
Wid mabel syrub, tick an' sweed,
An ten he filks my cavakies
Wid choclut cangy - I tink he's
The graygest nentis in the lan.
Le's hear free jeers for Nentis Nan.
Pip-pip-ooray!
Pip-pip-ooray!
Pip-pip-o oray!
Le's go to Nentis Nan dooday!

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Electronic Pain

Days in childhood, in vacations
we spent at giggle laughter
Discussed the pickles
Found the solutions
Climbed the trees
Scribbled, scratched, drew
Now everything electrified
No use of pencils
On the computers they draw and paint
Games on it too or else
The video games
Where are the fluffy dolls?
Showcased, shopped, bracketed
No smiles, no laughter
Pip---Pip, Pip-----Pip, Swish-----Swash
As if every thing's melted
And they became history
Reminiscence them only to reap its joy
And be satiated
That we didn't lose anything

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poem by Green Peace
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The Three Kings of Chickeraboo

There were three niggers of Chickeraboo -
PACIFICO, BANG-BANG, POPCHOP - who
Exclaimed, one terribly sultry day,
"Oh, let's be kings in a humble way."

The first was a highly-accomplished "bones,"
The next elicited banjo tones,
The third was a quiet, retiring chap,
Who danced an excellent break-down "flap."

"We niggers," said they, "have formed a plan
By which, whenever we like, we can
Extemporise kingdoms near the beach,
And then we'll collar a kingdom each.

"Three casks, from somebody else's stores,
Shall represent our island shores,
Their sides the ocean wide shall lave,
Their heads just topping the briny wave.

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poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Sento Le Campane

Gino sei un cane
Fammi bere fammi b
Meno male bella infame
Che dal buio arrivi tu
Quando vedo te
Sento le campane
Mi scappa la pip
Da da dallemozione
Sono proprio un bel tacchino
Nella notte coccod
Vuoi vedere che dal fango
Nasce un fiore anche per me
Quando vedo te
Sento le campane
Mi scappa la pip
Da da dallemozione
sempre il solito riff, s
Per mi sento bene
Quando vedo te
Sento le campane

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song performed by Zucchero
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Trivia ; or, the Art of Walking the Streets of London : Book II.

Of Walking the Streets by Day.

Thus far the Muse has trac'd in useful lays
The proper implements for wintry ways;
Has taught the walker, with judicious eyes,
To read the various warnings of the skies.
Now venture, Muse, from home to range the town,
And for the public safety risk thy own.
For ease and for dispatch, the morning's best;
No tides of passengers the street molest.
You'll see a draggled damsel, here and there,
From Billingsgate her fishy traffic bear;
On doors the sallow milk-maid chalks her gains;
Ah! how unlike the milk-maid of the plains!
Before proud gates attending asses bray,
Or arrogate with solemn pace the way;
These grave physicians with their milky cheer,
The love-sick maid and dwindling beau repair;
Here rows of drummers stand in martial file,
And with their vellum thunder shake the pile,

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poem by John Gay
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The Knight's Return

The conq'rin' 'ero! Me? Yes, I don't think.
This mornin' when I catch the train fer 'ome,
It's far more like a walloped pup I slink
To kennel, with resolves no more to roam.
Crusades is orf. I'm fer the simple life,
'Ome with me trustin' wife
All safe frum strife.

I've read uv knights returnin' full uv gyp,
Back to the bewchus lady in the tower.
They never seemed to git dumestic pip
In them brave days when knighthood was in flower.
But times is changed; an' 'usbands 'as to leed;
Fer knight'ood's run to seed;
It 'as indeed.

Snowy, the parson, came to say farewell
'Young friend,' 'e sez, 'You've did a Christian ack
A noble deed that you'll be glad to tell
An' boast uv to yer wife when you git back.'

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poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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With Dickens

In Windsor Terrace, number four,
I’ve taken my abode—
A little crescent from the street,
A bight from City Road;
And, hard up and in exile, I
To many fancies yield;
For it was here Micawber lived
And David Copperfield.

A bed, a table, and a chair,
A bottle and a cup.
The landlord’s waiting even now
For something to turn up.
The landlady is spiritless—
They both seem tired of life;
They cannot fight the battle like
Micawber and his wife.

But in the little open space
That lies back from the street,

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poem by Henry Lawson
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Stiff Upper Lip

What made good queen bess
Such a great success?
What made wellington
Do what he did at waterloo?
What makes every englishman
A fighter through and through?
It isnt roast beef, or ale, or home, or mother
Its just a little thing they sing to one another
Stiff upper lip, stout fella
Carry on, old fluff
Chin up, keep muddling through
Stiff upper lip, stout fella
When the goings rough
Pip pip to old man trouble
And a toodly-oo too
Carry on through thick and thin
If you feel youre in the right
Does the fighting spirit win?
Quite, quite, quite, quite, quite
Stiff upper lip, stout fella

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song performed by Ella Fitzgerald
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I think we are going to see exciting cricket all the way. We are watching the two best teams in the world-and I think England will eventually go on to pip Australia by a single Test.

quote by Ian Botham
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When the day did die

When the day did die
the evening star appeared blue-white,
when the day did die
it suddenly became the dark night,
while the moon rose like a golden yellow pip
with stars hanging like grains of sand,
when the day did die.

poem by Gert Strydom
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