Subj:     Poetry-Supp Jokes
                 (Includes 16 jokes and articles, 06 1043n,11,cf,wXT2a,9)

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Includes the following:  Go The Fuck To Sleep - Video (S988)
.........................Apple - iPad Air - TV Ad - Your Verse (S888)
.........................Jimmy Stewart Reads a Poem - Video (S885)
.........................Cute Poem About Spell Checkers (S274d)
.........................Levi's - OPioneers! - Poem/Video (S887)
.........................Passing A Note In Class - Video (S741)
.........................Reincarnation, By Wallace McRae (S110)
.........................Marshall Soulful Jones performs "Touchscreen" - Video (S784)
.........................Mirror Mirror - Poem (S649b)
.........................Poem By Taylor Mali - Video (S728)
.........................Slow Dance Poem (S614c)
.........................Lost Generation - Poem/Video (S871)
.........................Walking A Crooked Path (S277b)
.........................Short Poetry-Supp Jokes
..............................Agnes Comic Strip (S656b)
..............................Dr. Seuss Poem (S697b)
..............................Cul de Sac Comic Strip (S599b)
..............................Summer Poem (S551b)

Subj:     Go The Fuck To Sleep (S988d)
          Read by Samuel L Jackson
          From: Melissa Weers in Facebook on 12/21/2015
 Source: http://www.youtube.com/embed/Pk9Akeby12s
.......Click 'HERE' to listen to Samuel Jackson read
.......a very funny, children's poem with dirty words.
Subj:     Apple - iPad Air - TV Ad - Your Verse (S888d)
          Created by Apple on 1/15/2014
Photo from YouTube.com
 Source: http://www.youtube.com/embed/BlBomhIWi3c

 We're humbled and inspired by what people do with iPad.  So
 we set out to capture some of their stories.  What will your
 verse be?  Click 'HERE' to see this wonderful, poetic ad for
 the iPad Air.

Subj:     Jimmy Stewart Reads a Poem (S885d)
          On The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson
          From: Caroline Jenkins on Facebook on 11/27/13
 Source1: http://www.youtube.com/embed/mwGnCIdHQH0
 Source2: http://www.mnn.com/family/pets/stories/

 Back in 1981, legendary actor James 'Jimmy' Stewart, went on
 'The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson' to share his hobby:
 poetry. The piece that he read was titled 'I'll Never Forget
 a Dog Named Beau' about Stewart's golden retriever.  At first,
 the poem made Johnny and the audience laugh, but it had a very
 different effect in the end.  Click 'HERE' to hear and see
 this great piece of poetry.

Subj:     Cute Poem About Spell Checkers (S274d)
          From: JOELFALLON on 99-02-09
      and From: Joke-Of-The-Day on 5/2/2002

 Eye halve a spelling chequer
 It came with my pea sea
 It plainly marques four my revue
 Miss steaks eye kin knot sea

 Eye strike a key and type a word
 And weight four it two say
 Weather eye am wrong oar write
 It shows me strait a weigh

 As soon as a mist ache is maid
 It nose bee fore two long
 And eye can put the error rite
 Its rare lea ever wrong

 Eye have run this poem threw it
 I am shore your pleased two no
 It's letter perfect awl the weigh
 My chequer tolled me sew

 -Sauce unknown

 Second version
    From: Daemonic Funnies Page

 I have a spelling checker.
 It came with my PC.
 It plane lee marks four my revue
 Miss steaks aye can knot see.
 Eye ran this poem threw it.
 Your sure real glad two no.
 Its very polished in its weigh,
 My checker tolled me sew.
 A checker is a blessing.
 It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
 It helps me right awl stiles two reed,
 And aides me when aye rime.
 Each frays comes posed up on my screen
 Eye trussed too bee a joule.
 The checker pours o'er every word
 To cheque sum spelling rule.
 Bee fore a veiling checkers
 Hour spelling mite decline,
 And if we're laks oar have a laps,
 We wood bee maid too wine.
 Butt now bee cause my spelling
 Is checked with such grate flare,
 There are know faults with in my cite,
 Of nun eye am a wear.
 Now spelling does not phase me,
 It does knot bring a tier.
 My pay purrs awl due glad den
 With wrapped words fare as hear.
 To rite with care is quite a feet
 Of witch won should be proud,
 And wee mussed dew the best wee can,
 Sew flaws are knot aloud.
 Sow ewe can sea why aye dew prays
 Such soft wear four pea seas,
 And why eye brake in two averse
 Buy righting want too please.
                                   --- Humor Author Unknown

Subj:     Levi's - OPioneers! (S887d)
          Poem by Walt Whitman 
          Vocals By Will Geer
 Source1: http://www.youtube.com/embed/HG8tqEUTlvs
 Source1: http://www.youtube.com/embed/7hWeTaL4ovI

 This is part of Pioneers! O Pioneers! poem by Walt Whitman
 with vocals by Will Geer.  It is one of Levi's OPioneers!
 commercials from their new GO FORTH campaign.  Click on
 'HERE' to see and hear this wonderful poem/commercial.

 Or click on the Source2 to hear Will Geer read all seven
 minutes of Walt Whitman's poem "Pioneers! O Pioneers!"

Subj:     Passing A Note In Class (S741d in Love-Supp)
          From: Wimp.com on 3/26/2011
 Source1: https://www.youtube.com/embed/j5qB2O6N9RE
 Source2: http://www.wimp.com/kidcaught/

 Kid gets caught passing a love note to a girl next
 to him in the classroom.  The teacher takes the note
 and reads the most beautiful love poem ever.  Click
 'HERE' to see this beautiful, short story.

Subj:     Reincarnation, By Wallace McRae (S110)
          From: mbucher on 99-03-09

 What is reincarnation? A cowboy asked his friend.
 It starts, his old pal told him, when your life
    comes to an end.
 They wash your neck and comb your hair and clean your
 And put you in a padded box away from life's travails.

 The box and you goes in a hole that's been dug in the ground.
 Reincarnation starts in when you're planted neath that mound.
 Them clods melt down, just like the box, and you who is inside.
 And that's when you begin your transformation ride.

 And in a while the grass will grow upon your rendered mound,
 Until some day, upon that spot, a lonely flower is found.
 And then a horse may wander by and graze upon that flower
 That once was you, and now has become your vegetated bower.

 Now, the flower that the horse done eat, along
    with his other feed,
 Makes bone and fat and muscle essential to the steed.
 But there's a part that he can't use and so it passes through.
 And there it lies upon the ground, this thing that once was you.

 And if perchance, I should pass by and see this on the ground,
 I'll stop awhile and ponder at this object that I've found.
 I'll think about Reincarnation and life and death and such,
 And come away concludin', why, you ain't changed all that much.

Subj:     Marshall Soulful Jones performs "Touchscreen" (S784d)
          From: Wimp.com on 1/21/2012
Photo from YouTube.com
 Source1: https://www.youtube.com/embed/GAx845QaOck
 Source2: http://www.wimp.com/uploadedhug/

 Marshall Soulful Jones, part of Team Nuyorican 2011,
 took 2nd place at the National Poetry Slam in Boston.
 In this video, Marshall perform "Touchscreen".  Click
 'HERE' to hear and see this great young poet.

Subj:     Mirror Mirror - Poem (S649b)
          From: LABLaughsClean - 5/27/2009

 Mirror, mirror on the wall,
    Do you have to tell it all?
 Where do you get the glaring right
    To make my clothes look just too tight?
 I think I'm fine but I can see
    you won't co-operate with me;
 The way you let the shadows play,
    You'd think my hair was getting grey
 What's that, you say?  A double chin?
    No, that's the way the light comes in;
 If you persist in peering so,
    You'll confiscate my facial glow,
 And then if you're not hanging straight,
    You'll tell me next I'm gaining weight;
 I'm really quite upset with you,
    For giving this distorted view;
 I hate you being smug and wise...
    O, look what's happened to my thighs!
 I warn you now, O mirrored wall,
    Since we're not on speaking terms at all,
 If I look like this in my new jeans,
    You'll find yourself in smithereens!!

Subj:     Poem By Taylor Mali (S728d)
          From: Wimp.com on 12/25/2010
 Source1: https://www.youtube.com/embed/OEBZkWkkdZA
 Source2: http://www.wimp.com/speaktypography/

 Speak with Conviction in Typography is a very cool poem
 by Taylor Mali.  Click 'HERE' to see the great animation
 by Ronnie Bruce.

Subj:     Slow Dance Poem (S614c)
          by David L. Weatherford
          From: hellgunner50 on 10/10/2008
 Source: http://www.snopes.com/inboxer/medical/slowdance.asp

 Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round,
 or listened to rain slapping the ground?

 Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight,
 or gazed at the sun fading into the night?

 You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
 time is short, the music won't last.

 Do you run through each day on the fly,
 when you ask "How are you?", do you hear the reply?

 When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,
 with the next hundred chores running through your head?

 You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
 time is short, the music won't last.

 Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow,
 and in your haste, not see his sorrow?

 Ever lost touch, let a friendship die,
 'cause you never had time to call and say hi?

 You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
 time is short, the music won't last.

 When you run so fast to get somewhere,
 you miss half the fun of getting there.

 When you worry and hurry through your day,
 it's like an unopened gift thrown away.

 Life isn't a race, so take it slower,
 hear the music before your song is over.
Drawing from tom on 8/21/2009
 Please note the following information which was
 verified by Snopes.com at the above source:

 Slow Dance poem was written NOT by a "terminally ill
 young girl in a New York Hospital" who wanted "as her
 dying wish to send a letter telling everyone to live
 their life to the fullest," but by David L. Weatherford,
 an adult male child psychologist.

Subj:     Lost Generation - Poem/Video (S871d)
          From: bill7808 on 8/31/2013
 Source1: http://www.youtube.com/embed/aRG4ySdi_aE
 Source2: http://www.youtube.com/embed/42E2fAWM6rA

 A palindrome reads the same backwards as forward. This
 video reads the exact opposite backwards as forward.
 Not only does it read the opposite, the meaning is the
 exact opposite.  This is only a 1 minute, 44 second
 video and it is brilliant.  Make sure you read as well
 as listen... forward and backward.
    Poem: Jonathan Reed
    Speaker: Brooke Wojdynski
    Video: Brooke Wojdynski.

 Click 'HERE' to see this impressive poem/anti-palindrome video.

Subj:     Walking A Crooked Path (S277b)
          From: mombear1 on 5/20/2002

 One day through the primeval woods,
 a calf walked home as good calves should.

 But made a trail all bent askew,
 a crooked trail as all calves do.

 Since then three hundred years have fled,
 and I infer the calf is dead.

 But still he left behind his trail,
 and thereby hangs my moral tale.

 The trail was taken up next day,
 by a lone dog that passed that way:

 And then a wise bell-wether sheep,
 pursued the trail o'er vale and steep,

 And drew the flock behind him, too,
 as good bell-wether sheep, always do.

 And from that day, o'er hill and glade,
 through those old woods a path was made.

 And many men wound in and out,
 and dodged and turned and bet about,

 And uttered words of righteous wrath,
 because 'twas such a crooked path;

 But still they followed--do not laugh--
 the first migrations of that calf.

 And through this winding wood-way stalked,
 because he wobbled when he walked.

 This forest patch became a lane,
 that bent and turned and turned again;

 This crooked lane became a road,
 where many a poor horse with his load,

 Toiled on beneath the burning sun,
 and traveled some three miles in one.

 And thus a century and a half,
 they tred the footsteps of that calf.

 The years passed on in swiftness fleet,
 the road became a village street;

 And this, before men were aware,
 a city's crowded thoroughfare.

 And soon the central street was this,
 of a renowned metropolis;

 And men two centuries and a half,
 tred in the footsteps of that calf.

 Each day a hundred thousand men,
 follow this zigzag calf again,

 And o'er his crooked journey went,
 the traffic of a continent.

 A hundred thousand men were led,
 by one calf near three centuries dead.

 They followed still his crooked way,
 and lost one hundred years a day;

 For thus such reverence is lent,
 to a well-established precedent.

 A moral lesson this might teach,
 were I ordained and called to preach;

 For men are prone to get blind,
 along the calf-path of the mind,

 And work away from sun to sun,
 to do what others men have done.

 They follow in the beaten track,
 and in and out, and forth and back,

 And still their devious course pursue,
 to keep the path that others do.

 They keep the path a sacred groove,
 along which all their lives they move.

 But how the old wood-gods laugh,
 who first saw the primeval calf.

 And, many things this tale might teach--
 but I'm not ordained to preach.

Subj:     Short Poetry Jokes
Subj:     Agnes Comic Strip (S656b)
          by Tony Cochran on 8/2/2009
 Source: http://www.gocomics.com/agnes/2009/08/02
Subj:     Dr. Seuss Poem (S697b)
          From: Ruby Lou on Facebook on 5/25/2010
 "I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind.
 Some come from ahead and some come from behind.
 But I've bought a big bat. I'm all ready you see.
 Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!"
   -- Dr. Seuss

Subj:    Cul de Sac Sunday Comic Strip (S599b)
         By Richard Thompson on 6/29/2008
 Source: http://www.gocomics.com/culdesac/2008/06/29
 You can read the Cul de Sac comic strip on "A Child's
 Garden of Haiku" by clicking 'HERE'.

Subj:    Summer Poem (S551b)
         From: ginafmon 8/7/2007
 Found this beautiful summer poem and thought it might
 help make your day.  You can see by clicking 'HERE'.

                           -(o o)-
..............................From darrell94590.