if you allow international people here a poem by my favorite poet!
Mad As The Mist And Snow
William Butler Yeats
Bolt and bar the shutter,
For the foul winds blow:
Our minds are at their best this night,
And I seem to know
That everything outside us is
Mad as the mist and snow.
Horace there by Homer stands,
Plato stands below,
And here is Tully's open page.
How many years ago
Were you and I unlettered lads
Mad as the mist and snow?
You ask what makes me sigh, old friend,
What makes me shudder so?
I shudder and I sigh to think
That even Cicero
And many-minded Homer were
Mad as the mist and snow.
A Russian couple was walking down the street in Moscow one night, when the
man felt a drop hit his nose. "I think it's raining" he said to his wife.
"No, that felt more like snow to me" she replied.
"No, I'm sure it was just rain" he said.
Well, as these things go, they were about to have a major argument about
whether it was raining or snowing. Just then, they saw a minor communist
party official walking toward them. "Let's not fight about it," the man
said, "Let's ask Comrade Rudolph whether it's officially raining or
snowing."
As the official approached, the man said, "Tell us, Comrade Rudolph, is it
officially raining or snowing?"
"It's raining, of course!" he replied, and walked on.
But the woman insisted: "I know that felt like snow!"
The man quietly replied: "Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear!"
Snow, huh? Well, interesting that you want to know about the snow....I live in South Georgia where today the temps are 72 degrees, but yesterday, it snowed here! haha
The snow fell so swiftly that no-one could see,
like fog it descended that fine christmas eve,
And whispers of wonders through every child's mind
flew like the wind, as they ventured outside.
'Good lord, it's a mountain of freezing cold sugar!'
claimed one naive child, bemused by his shudder.
'Not sugar but salt' theorised one skinny lad,
this was obviously the first white christmas he'd had
Angus was laughing, he knew all along
that all his young peers were entirely wrong
'No my dear friends, this stuff here is snow,
not sugar or salt, but sweet H2O'
The children stood stunned by this new revelation.
'You mean, freezing cold water's consuming our nation?'
'Aye' laughed young Angus 'That's perfectly right!'
and with that he started a huge snowball fight
At first all the children were laughing with glee
but soon the chill factor was evidently
taking it's toll on the workforce of youth
as slowly their virginous faces turned blue.
For numb hands is one thing it has to be said,
but what happens next when it reaches your head?
Their brains slowly freezing, they lost all control
a devious plan with a devious goal.
As all adults know, snow is really a ploy
to make all of our children a snowman's new toy!
That's why every christmas wherever you are
you'll see children constructing not a boat or a car
but a plain looking man with a big button nose
devoid of all features, no fingers or toes!
How then, you ask, do the snowmen get built
when we know every year that the sun makes them wilt?
Once perished you'd think that they would remain dead
but it's time now to wipe that thought from your head.
For every year, when winter sets in
and the white clouds of yuletide slowly begin
to fall on the land, releasing their snow
so comes their voices falling below
'Make me a body!' 'Design me a face!'
demands the cruel work masters stating their case.
At first all the children are strong to resist
but brain freeze destroys as the chill will persist.
So numb and mindless from hours in the cold,
they'll struggle forever, or as long as they're told.
For creating a snowman is not fun to do
it's no game you play, it's the game that plays you!
The plan was to gain control of the earth
and to show all mankind how much they were worth.
not seasonal statues that come once a year
but powerful masters that instigate FEAR!
So they forced all the children to build them a mob
of icy young soldiers that would do the job
of enforcing the world to bow to their will
and if they would not, they would then have to kill.
Now Angus like all the young children around
had been caught in enslavement since the snow hit the ground
but mindless or not, certain things are a fact
when kids need to pee, they just pee, that is that.
So brain dead and numb , young Angus let go
without much thought to soiling his clothes
and as the warm nectar ran down his leg
a peculiar sensation began in his head..
'What am I doing and why am I here?'
Silently questions began to appear
and clarity came and the numbness did go
as the steam reached his head from pee hitting the snow.
'AAhhhh' screamed the snowman on which Angus was working
the pee was now spreading and obviously hurting.
Awake from his slumber, Angus looked down
At the featureless monster half built on the ground.
'Get back to work!' yelled the headless snowman
but Angus now free, swiftly thought up a plan.
What he did next happened so very quick
he destroyed the young snowman with one hefty kick.
He looked far and wide at all of his friends
Who were still forced to work for the Snow-people's ends
So deep in his lungs he began to prepare
For the volume of words that would soon fill the air
'I need the toilet!!' he shouted aloud
and it fell on the ears of the entire crowd
of children that stood, forming more and more snow
into battle dressed snow-soldiers raring to go.
It would seem a peculiar thing to shout out.
There's no reason, you ask, what's that all about?
But if you relax and become like an infant
You'll see it's not crazy or stupid, just different
For regardless of whether they need it or not,
If a peer says those words, kids have suddenly got
a desire to pee that they no longer hide
and they cannot retain any liquid inside.
So they simply release, and they let out their load.
and they don't really care wherever it goes.
So it runs down their leg and collects at their feet
A puddle of pee and a parental's treat.
Like wildfire the shouting spread through the world
Little children uniting each boy and each girl
To purge planet earth from the icy cold grip
Of the snow covered madness that was threatening it.
Every continent covered with urine stained pants
A smelly assembly of primary school brats
Unaware of the danger they'd narrowly missed
All the children walked home in the trousers they'd .....soiled
This story explains why when kids pee their pants
they're not trying to offend or to make parents rant.
On the contrary they're just making sure that it's true
that there are no more snowmen! They're protecting you!
So next time the world is under attack
When you fear for your life and your future looks black
Just think back to Angus and don't be afraid
Go on, pee your pants, you might save the day!
Throughout the afternoon I watched them there,
Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky,
Whirling fantastic in the misty air,
Contending fierce for space supremacy.
And they flew down a mightier force at night,
As though in heaven there was revolt and riot,
And they, frail things had taken panic flight
Down to the calm earth seeking peace and quiet.
I went to bed and rose at early dawn
To see them huddled together in a heap,
Each merged into the other upon the lawn,
Worn out by the sharp struggle, fast asleep.
The sun shone brightly on them half the day,
By night they stealthily had stol'n away.
II
And suddenly my thoughts then turned to you
Who came to me upon a winter's night,
When snow-sprites round my attic window flew,
Your hair disheveled, eyes aglow with light.
My heart was like the weather when you came,
The wanton winds were blowing loud and long;
But you, with joy and passion all aflame,
You danced and sang a lilting summer song.
I made room for you in my little bed,
Took covers from the closet fresh and warm,
A downful pillow for your scented head,
And lay down with you resting in my arm.
You went with Dawn. You left me ere the day,
The lonely actor of a dreamy play.
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Where to snowmen go to dance??
The Snowball
Okay its lame i know!!
if you allow international people here a poem by my favorite poet!
Mad As The Mist And Snow William Butler Yeats Bolt and bar the shutter, For the foul winds blow: Our minds are at their best this night, And I seem to know That everything outside us is Mad as the mist and snow.
Horace there by Homer stands, Plato stands below, And here is Tully's open page. How many years ago Were you and I unlettered lads Mad as the mist and snow?
You ask what makes me sigh, old friend, What makes me shudder so? I shudder and I sigh to think That even Cicero And many-minded Homer were Mad as the mist and snow.
William butler Yeats
A Russian couple was walking down the street in Moscow one night, when the man felt a drop hit his nose. "I think it's raining" he said to his wife.
"No, that felt more like snow to me" she replied.
"No, I'm sure it was just rain" he said.
Well, as these things go, they were about to have a major argument about whether it was raining or snowing. Just then, they saw a minor communist party official walking toward them. "Let's not fight about it," the man said, "Let's ask Comrade Rudolph whether it's officially raining or snowing."
As the official approached, the man said, "Tell us, Comrade Rudolph, is it officially raining or snowing?"
"It's raining, of course!" he replied, and walked on.
But the woman insisted: "I know that felt like snow!"
The man quietly replied: "Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear!"
Snow, huh? Well, interesting that you want to know about the snow....I live in South Georgia where today the temps are 72 degrees, but yesterday, it snowed here! haha
Here's a wonderfully relevant snow haiku :)
Errant snowflakes cling To black slumbering branches – The final showdown
Copyright ©2006 Melanie Bartelt
A long one but so funny!
Wonderful Mr Snowman
The snow fell so swiftly that no-one could see, like fog it descended that fine christmas eve, And whispers of wonders through every child's mind flew like the wind, as they ventured outside.
'Good lord, it's a mountain of freezing cold sugar!' claimed one naive child, bemused by his shudder. 'Not sugar but salt' theorised one skinny lad, this was obviously the first white christmas he'd had
Angus was laughing, he knew all along that all his young peers were entirely wrong 'No my dear friends, this stuff here is snow, not sugar or salt, but sweet H2O'
The children stood stunned by this new revelation. 'You mean, freezing cold water's consuming our nation?' 'Aye' laughed young Angus 'That's perfectly right!' and with that he started a huge snowball fight
At first all the children were laughing with glee but soon the chill factor was evidently taking it's toll on the workforce of youth as slowly their virginous faces turned blue.
For numb hands is one thing it has to be said, but what happens next when it reaches your head? Their brains slowly freezing, they lost all control a devious plan with a devious goal.
As all adults know, snow is really a ploy to make all of our children a snowman's new toy! That's why every christmas wherever you are you'll see children constructing not a boat or a car but a plain looking man with a big button nose devoid of all features, no fingers or toes!
How then, you ask, do the snowmen get built when we know every year that the sun makes them wilt? Once perished you'd think that they would remain dead but it's time now to wipe that thought from your head.
For every year, when winter sets in and the white clouds of yuletide slowly begin to fall on the land, releasing their snow so comes their voices falling below
'Make me a body!' 'Design me a face!' demands the cruel work masters stating their case. At first all the children are strong to resist but brain freeze destroys as the chill will persist.
So numb and mindless from hours in the cold, they'll struggle forever, or as long as they're told. For creating a snowman is not fun to do it's no game you play, it's the game that plays you!
The plan was to gain control of the earth and to show all mankind how much they were worth. not seasonal statues that come once a year but powerful masters that instigate FEAR!
So they forced all the children to build them a mob of icy young soldiers that would do the job of enforcing the world to bow to their will and if they would not, they would then have to kill.
Now Angus like all the young children around had been caught in enslavement since the snow hit the ground but mindless or not, certain things are a fact when kids need to pee, they just pee, that is that.
So brain dead and numb , young Angus let go without much thought to soiling his clothes and as the warm nectar ran down his leg a peculiar sensation began in his head..
'What am I doing and why am I here?' Silently questions began to appear and clarity came and the numbness did go as the steam reached his head from pee hitting the snow.
'AAhhhh' screamed the snowman on which Angus was working the pee was now spreading and obviously hurting. Awake from his slumber, Angus looked down At the featureless monster half built on the ground.
'Get back to work!' yelled the headless snowman but Angus now free, swiftly thought up a plan. What he did next happened so very quick he destroyed the young snowman with one hefty kick.
He looked far and wide at all of his friends Who were still forced to work for the Snow-people's ends So deep in his lungs he began to prepare For the volume of words that would soon fill the air
'I need the toilet!!' he shouted aloud and it fell on the ears of the entire crowd of children that stood, forming more and more snow into battle dressed snow-soldiers raring to go.
It would seem a peculiar thing to shout out. There's no reason, you ask, what's that all about? But if you relax and become like an infant You'll see it's not crazy or stupid, just different
For regardless of whether they need it or not, If a peer says those words, kids have suddenly got a desire to pee that they no longer hide and they cannot retain any liquid inside.
So they simply release, and they let out their load. and they don't really care wherever it goes. So it runs down their leg and collects at their feet A puddle of pee and a parental's treat.
Like wildfire the shouting spread through the world Little children uniting each boy and each girl To purge planet earth from the icy cold grip Of the snow covered madness that was threatening it.
Every continent covered with urine stained pants A smelly assembly of primary school brats Unaware of the danger they'd narrowly missed All the children walked home in the trousers they'd .....soiled
This story explains why when kids pee their pants they're not trying to offend or to make parents rant. On the contrary they're just making sure that it's true that there are no more snowmen! They're protecting you!
So next time the world is under attack When you fear for your life and your future looks black Just think back to Angus and don't be afraid Go on, pee your pants, you might save the day!
Copyright; Paul Kent
Ok...a cute snow joke for you:
How did the snowboy know the snowgirl was over him?
She gave him the cold shoulder!
Aww....
The Snow Fairy by Claude McKay
I
Throughout the afternoon I watched them there, Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky, Whirling fantastic in the misty air, Contending fierce for space supremacy. And they flew down a mightier force at night, As though in heaven there was revolt and riot, And they, frail things had taken panic flight Down to the calm earth seeking peace and quiet. I went to bed and rose at early dawn To see them huddled together in a heap, Each merged into the other upon the lawn, Worn out by the sharp struggle, fast asleep. The sun shone brightly on them half the day, By night they stealthily had stol'n away.
II
And suddenly my thoughts then turned to you Who came to me upon a winter's night, When snow-sprites round my attic window flew, Your hair disheveled, eyes aglow with light. My heart was like the weather when you came, The wanton winds were blowing loud and long; But you, with joy and passion all aflame, You danced and sang a lilting summer song. I made room for you in my little bed, Took covers from the closet fresh and warm, A downful pillow for your scented head, And lay down with you resting in my arm. You went with Dawn. You left me ere the day, The lonely actor of a dreamy play.
What do you get if you cross a snowman and a shark?
Frostbite!
(that's my 8 year old cousin's favorite snow joke)