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by Shel Silverstein

Sandra's seen a leprechaun
Eddie touched a troll
Laurie danced with witches once
Charlie found some goblins' gold
Donald heard a mermaid sing
Susy spied an elf
But all the magic I have known
I've had to make myself

Acid Fever
by Anonymous

David saw a melting wall
Archie stared at geese
Michael cackled for nine hours
Maud seduced her minor niece
Dudley licked his lap-dog's arse
Hellen's lips went blue...
This LSD thing ain't half bad -
I'm gonna have some too!

My Nightmare
by Bush

Bin Laden's hunching in his cave
Hussein dons camouflage
The veiling of lords' nuclear plot -
Refuted as 'mirage'
The Middle East is almost calm
And world peace lies ahead
No Evil-doers, Shock and Awe...
I tell ya, Dick, we're dead.

Adieu, Special Award!
By me

Brodie styled ingenious gem
D. Green eyed a Nom
D.B. launched his droll homage
Keith emitted tons of poems
Radisavlevic numerals
Lured Frankovich as well...
And since I won't stand half a chance,
I guess I'll hatch a Shel.

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A poem by Jonathan Swift, which can be presented as a riddle when its title is obscured. I anagrammed it into another riddle poem whose subject is hidden. The solutions for both are relatively easy, but the one for the anagram contains a unique twist. Can you guess it?

(A poem written by Jonathan Swift)

Begotten, and born, and dying with noise,
The terror of women, and pleasure of boys,
Like the fiction of poets concerning the wind,
I'm chiefly unruly, when strongest confin'd.
For silver and gold I don't trouble my head,
But all I delight in is pieces of lead;
Except when I trade with a ship or a town,
Why then I make pieces of iron go down.
One property more I would have you remark,
No lady was ever more fond of a spark;
The moment I get one my soul's all a-fire,
And I roar out my joy, and in transport expire.

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I'm the odd kingdom of no sore or frown -
The people, alined, nod their tiny, fine crowns.
Their fiery glow'll thrive, pretty and boon,
From scarlet to pink to a grim old maroon;
And what's even odder - long rows of the nobles
Are lit up and gleeful - yet fixed and immobile...
I met just one peril I knew you might note,
Its mean waves upon which a worry can float -
A big one - for, with no sound troops and no weapons,
The place'd be junkyard the fiercer men step on;
Yet my fee for intruders is cunning, I'd say:
I pay one with air - yet coax HIS breath away!

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An anagram of the poem 'Smart', telling a similar story loosely based on several folk tales. The anagram is also an acrostic: reading down the first letter of each line of the anagram reveals to whom the subject poem belongs.


My dad gave me a dollar bill
'Cause I'm his smartest son,
And I swapped it for two shiny quarters
'Cause two is more than one!

And then I took the quarters
And traded them to Lou
For three dimes - I guess he don't know
That three is more than two!

Just then, along came old blind Bates
And just 'cause he can't see
He gave me four nickels for my three dimes,
And four is more than three!

And I took the nickels to Hiram Coombs
Down at the seed-feed store,
And the fool gave me five pennies for them,
And five is more than four!

And then I went and showed my dad,
And he got red in the cheeks
And closed his eyes and shook his head -
Too proud of me to speak!

    Ode About Dan's Wise Trades

A sack of gold Dan traded for
Some weak horse, tamed yet scummy.
He mounted it, then told the man:
"Enjoy the trot home, dummy!"

Lighthearted, he bid horse for calf -
So wee, and smooth as silk.
"I'm some suave genius!", he then quipped,
"Lord knows foals don't give milk!"

Victorious and ardent, Dan
Ensured another trade:
Red calf he bartered for some hat,
"Since cows don't give much shade!"

That hat, when it caught someone's eye,
Earned Dan a nice, flat stone.
"I see the joke's on him", he said,
"No hats skip lakes, if thrown!"

Proud of the barters, he then strode
Off to a quiet stream,
Enlivened stone - and no man was
More spirited than him.

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Updated: May 10, 2016


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