Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:
'Pipe a song about a lamb!'
So I piped with merry cheer.
'Piper, pipe that song again.'
So I piped: he wept to hear.
'Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;
Sing thy songs of happy cheer.'
So I sung the same again,
While he wept with joy to hear.
'Piper, sit thee down and write
In a book, that all may read.'
So he vanished from my sight,
And I plucked a hollow reed,
And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
- william blake
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revisiting the bike rack posted on february 3, i took the right hand half of the rack so that now we got a P! and i had to post the poem because everytime i see the letter P this poem just comes to mind. this poem was an exercise that my highschool speech teacher taught us in the beginning of the course. it has almost all the contrasting sounds of the IPA (international phonetic alphabet) vowels.
And you said my letter P gave you a headache??? This is a perfectly pleasant P that Peter Piper himself would pick along with his pickled peppers and place within his peck.
@olivetreeann - hahahahaha! that just cracked me up and that is because i have a dirty mind! thank you so much, ann. now it's my tummy that's aching from too much laughing.
@sarasdadandmom - hahahaha! by walking around like crazy. someone should shadow me when i'm doing this. i walk around with my head turning sideways or upwards or downwards. if something interests me, i stop and examines its every angle. i even talk to myself. then i shake my head and carry on. that's how i find these things. thank you, terry.
@sarasdadandmom - hahahaha! by walking around like crazy. someone should shadow me when i'm doing this. i walk around with my head turning sideways or upwards or downwards. if something interests me, i stop and examines its every angle. i even talk to myself. then i shake my head and carry on. that's how i find these things. thank you, terry.