Terrible Ted was really bad,
He broke every toy
he ever had,
He would:
Bash them
and smash them!
Crash them
and trash them!
And terrible things like that.
He would:
Bite off their heads,
Pull off their legs,
And set them on fire
with a match.
But you see,
Terrible Ted,
who was terribly bad,
Was very, very nice,
to the sister,
He had.
Copyright ©:
Alexander E. Musset
A few random poems:
- A Tale of Christmas Eve by William Topaz McGonagall
- We Two—How Long We were Fool’d. by Walt Whitman
- Monody on a Lady, famed for her Caprice by Robert Burns
- Mark The Concentrated Hazels That Enclose by William Wordsworth
- Михаил Лермонтов – Челнок (Воет ветр и свистит пред недальной грозой)
- Sonnet # 6 by Luis A. Estable
- Robert Burns: Lines To Mr. John Kennedy:
- Владимир Солоухин – Ветер
- On a Prospect of T’ai-shan by Tu Fu
- Free the Holy Land — a poem about Palestine
- Human Instrument by Victoria Bukofske
- Speaking the Language of Deer by Martin Willitts Jr.
- Robert Burns: Tam O’ Shanter: A Tale
- Paradise Lost: Book 12 poem – John Milton poems
- Шекспир – Мне показалось, что была зима – Сонет 97
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Robert Burns: A Poet’s Welcome To His Love-Begotten Daughter: The First Instance That Entitled Him To The Venerable Appellation Of Father
- Robert Burns: Epistle To John Rankine: Enclosing Some Poems
- Robert Burns: Reply To An Announcement By J. Rankine: On His Writing To The Poet, That A Girl In That Part Of The Country Was With A Child To Him.
- Robert Burns: Ballad On The American War:
- Robert Burns Country: In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer:
- Robert Burns: On My Ever Honoured Father:
- Robert Burns: On My Own Friend And My Father’s Friend, Wm. Muir In Tarbolton Mill:
- Robert Burns: On James Grieve, Laird Of Boghead, Tarbolton :
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On Wm. Hood, Senr., In Tarbolton:
- Robert Burns: Remorse: Fragment
- Robert Burns: Wha Is That At My Bower-Door:
- Robert Burns: Green Grow The Rashes: A Fragment
- Robert Burns: My Nanie, O:
- Robert Burns: Song Composed In August:
- Robert Burns: The Rigs O’ Barley:
- Robert Burns: I Dream’d I Lay:
- Robert Burns: Poor Mailie’s Elegy:
- Robert Burns: Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie, The Author’s Only Pet Yowe., The. An Unco Mournfu’ Tale:
- Robert Burns: John Barleycorn: A Ballad :
- Robert Burns: My Father Was A Farmer:
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
