Quotes about na'ale, page 12
Male
Male, am, me, ale, meal, mal;
And like a running mate in the land of your muse,
But, with the same types of works to respect your love.
Dire, wirw, hire, lire, mire, quire, sire, tire, fire! !
I'm looking for love and i can't hide it from you;
So, be my guest in this room and,
Let me love you for who you are.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Travel
Travel, rave, ravel, vale, are, net, tear, vat, vet, at, let;
Stop waiting for my love!
And like women in bikinis;
Because, i am now married! !
Travel, eat, tea, ate, rat, tar, real, ale, tale, late, rate;
Stop moving about with stories!
And like women in bikinis;
Because, i am now a married man! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ode to Old Smiley
See, a smiley or a lack thereof
doth not a writer make
but dressing-up like Antoinette
doth usually win the cake
what equine sacrifice will meet
agreement for disagreeing?
for if a quill with parchment wed
shan't send the torments fleeing
pour ale, splatter ink, mine friends
send Smiley-in-trousers twirling!
poem by Frederick Kesner
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A Cook
They had a cook with them who stood alone
For boiling chicken with a marrow-bone,
Sharp flavouring powder and a spice for savour.
He could distinguish London ale by flavour,
And he could roast and boil and seethe and fry,
Make good thick soup and bake a tasty pie...
As for blancmange, he made it with the best.
poem by Geoffrey Chaucer
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Saagar aur Meena...(A poem written in Urdu)
Unn kay aaney se aaj mehfil saja do
Iss jam kay pee-ale ko aaj moo sey laga lo
Bhool jaow saray gam ye meh-khana hai kulla
Jehan sham ka suroor hai aur raat ka nasha
Wo Saagar aur Meena hain meray dil ka suroor
Pela dou itney ka ho jawoon gham sey dooor
Is sharaab kay nashay mai nashaman gawa diya
Kai bhool hoey thee jo mu sey laga liya..
poem by Meena Mustafa
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Legislature
Why shout?
When speaking suffices
Shoved by our votes
Our hopes and trust
You reached this House
This isn’t an inn of ale
To blabber and revel
Nor a plunderers’ market
To vandalize public’s nickel
This is a thicket of think tank
Where you have to meditate
Mediate and modulate
Variegated vox populi
And decide our fates
Why shout?
When speaking suffices
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Drunken Dancing Fish
An old man fishing
Sat all day in his boat
Drinking beer
Watching the bobber float
Perhaps it was the alcohol
Or the rocking to and fro
But he swore he saw
A fish come up and dance a do si do!
So quickly
It was gone
But the staggering effect of it
Like a hangover, lingered on long
He sold the boat
And gave up beer
Now he drinks ginger ale
And only hunts deer
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Danville
Danville, Dan, villa, ill, ale, dial, lad, din, dine;
Of the confidence!
Of the mighty sceptre,
Of the glorious staff,
And to accept it;
But, you said that you love me.
Dave, diva, nail, veal, vale, veil, den, an, deal!
Like the read sea;
Exclusive red! !
Like the muse of your love;
Lead, led, lane, lean, in, Nile, idle, vine, vain, line!
But, i am always around you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sin To Astound
Replicate the sin to astound God,
Our genes shall spread forming lakes of indifference.
My sin is not huge, not huger than what partakes,
In this existence lies the cure to all ailments.
The ale and beer must be hazards for some,
But most consume the liquids completely.
Sin is measured by the pencils of neglect,
Inside the little book of sin is hidden your name.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Modern Hygiene
'Mother, may I go in to swim?'
'My dear, you didn't oughter.
I've heard of baths filled to the brim
With something more than water.'
'Mother, I want to learn to swim.'
'Oh, have a care, my daughter!
I fear this ultra-modern whim
To lave in ale and porter.'
'Mother! They all go in to swim!'
'Think of the aftermath, dear.
Well, hang your clothes on a hickory limb,
But never drink your bath, dear.'
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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