Assignement no 3

Limericks
A man from N.Y.
There was a young man from N.Y.,
Who went from there to Cork,
To see his beautiful girl Philly,
But when arriving there, she was filly,
Which unable him to try his pork.

An honest young man called Bill,
Was supposed paying his bill,
Friends around the table looking tall,
Seeing if he was supposed to fall,
While feeling sorry as he falls down the hill.

There once was a girl named Sarah,
Whose legs were as long as the Sahara,
She went out one day
While having something to say
As she came back the other day saying: “Ah!”

The late Mr A Graham Bell,
Once tried to jump into a well,
But there he was the nasty bishop,
Who had made the rubber cord-shop
So he falls and falls and his last words is: “bloody hell!”

A man called George
There once was a muscular man from George,
He was a struggling Hi-man working in his forge
Always he tried to be alert
Sitting on his post dressed in a yellow skirt.
Participating in a war the soldier’s name was George

Yes, he loved his girl
Because she was like a pearl
He wrote her a poem
Which sounded like a Chorus.
She was his girl from Söul.

He was a data nerd
Spiritually allied to the bird
He said:”Put out your tongue
And I’ll write you a song,
While finding a queen of world.”

The young girl would make
Advances to snake after snake.
She said: “I’m not vicious,
But so superstitious!
I do it for Grand mama’s sake”.

Poetry
Observation Power
I just went out looking for something,
Saw the sky was blue and the sun shining,
It was like an ordinary Swedish summer day
Very alike one between two seasons.

The first odour my nose smelled
Was the smoke from an ashtray
Aware of inhaling the smoke was unhealthy
Well witnessed by that, I did it anyway.

There he stood, the guardian of knowledge
Immovable he stood there big and strong
In front of the university being a symbol
Donated by Herman Reijers, a big artist.

A Gift
Watch up, I’m going to cut my hand
On the sharp knife you gave me.
Yes, I ought to know, what to do:
I’ve to bandage the wound myself
And hide the blood from you.

Is it a murderer’s knife?
How often you’ve warned me:
For if looking for pity
Or trying a persuader’s note
I must either restore it
Or through it into my throat.


Children
You were a daredevil and I was shy:
There were eager and curious eyes.
You took a nap on the lawn among the roses,
And counting the stars across a summer sky
Flashed by volleys when he chooses.

None spoke with you, I alone adored you,
Child of the wave, child of the morning dew,
And in my dreams went hunting here and there
A fugitive beacon – your moon- your blond hair.









Sonnets
A Praise to Life

The day is clear at the sky’s rand.
Wake up, wake up my beautiful land!
Father’s craft surrounds your walls.
Please, go your way in justify
And opening the gate-way to felicity!

Spring has breaking out of darkness and ice.
Wake up, wake up heart in praise and price!
Father, Father, solace all what suffers.
Bring us into love, wipe away tears of sorrow-time.
Wake up soul of sun and spring-time!


“The Emergency Care”
Suddenly, the Emergency Care gets an alarm.
Rescue vehicles call for attention, is it an accident?
Or is it someone, who’s sprained his arm?
Is it an accident or just an ordinary incident?

Someone calls the Emergency Care for immediate care.
An ambulance well equipped and of a new yellow brand,
Blue lights twinkling violently in an attempt being there.
The man might die lying there helpless on the sand.

No man was upon the strand helping an injured man.
An aristocratic from the upper class, you smell it in the air.
A nurse reached him just in time, according to a plan.
Upon the strand, a girl kisses a wounded man’s hair.
Now, his weakness is evident, you see it of his pale face.
When the ambulance nurse brought him away from the place.
















Ballad

My Dear Little Pet
I still feel the pain deep in my heart
And a heart which is broken
Now he is gone for ever
I can’t see him any longer
I can’t see him any longer

I ask myself did it hurt?
And has he been suffering?
Yes, I think he suffered
But, now he is gone for ever
But now he is gone for ever

Whenever, I close my eyes
The murderer is there
He is sitting on the driver’s seat
I can see him in front of my eyes
I can see him in front of my eyes

I can hear the wheels of the car
The four are furious screaming
When the murderer breaks brake linings
And it happened in the middle of the night
And it happened in the middle of the night

I cry, because there he was just a minute ago
And now laying on the pavement unmovable
Yes, he is lying unmovable in the street
And now my little pet is gone for ever
And now my little pet is gone for ever
Karlstad, August 3, 2008