Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Sunday, 10 February 2013

Mad Gardener's song.

He thought he saw an Elephant,
That practised on a fife:
He looked again, and found it was
A letter from his wife.
'At length I realise,' he said,
'The bitterness of Life!'
He thought he saw a Buffalo
Upon the chimney-piece:
He looked again, and found it was
His Sister's Husband's Niece.
'Unless you leave this house,' he said,
'I'll send for the Police!'
He thought he saw a Rattlesnake
That questioned him in Greek:
He looked again, and found it was
The Middle of Next Week.
'The one thing I regret,' he said,
'Is that it cannot speak!'
He thought he saw a Banker's Clerk
Descending from the bus:
He looked again, and found it was
A Hippopotamus.
'If this should stay to dine,' he said,
'There won't be much for us!'
He thought he saw a Kangaroo
That worked a coffee-mill:
He looked again, and found it was
A Vegetable-Pill.
'Were I to swallow this,' he said,
'I should be very ill!'
He thought he saw a Coach-and-Four
That stood beside his bed:
He looked again, and found it was
A Bear without a Head.
'Poor thing,' he said, 'poor silly thing!
It's waiting to be fed!'
He thought he saw an Albatross
That fluttered round the lamp:
He looked again, and found it was
A Penny-Postage Stamp.
'You'd best be getting home,' he said:
'The nights are very damp!'
He thought he saw a Garden-Door
That opened with a key:
He looked again, and found it was
A Double Rule of Three:
'And all its mystery,' he said,
'Is clear as day to me!'
He thought he saw a Argument
That proved he was the Pope:
He looked again, and found it was
A Bar of Mottled Soap.
'A fact so dread,' he faintly said,
'Extinguishes all hope!'


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`Oh, I've had such a curious dream!' said Alice, and she told her sister, as well as she could remember them, all these strange Adventures of hers that you have just been reading about; and when she had finished, her sister kissed her, and said, `It was a curious dream, dear, certainly: but now run in to your tea; it's getting late.' So Alice got up and ran off, thinking while she ran, as well she might, what a wonderful dream it had been.

Curiouser and Curiouser is over and went very well. Thanks to everyone who visited (or featured us on their sites/blogs), it was very much appreciated, and hopefully see you all at the next show we put together (it's already in the works)!

If you missed the actual show, and would like to see photos, please feel free to take a look on our event page: http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.196875427121914.50668.150609878415136&type=1&comment_id=695681&notif_t=photo_album_comment

We will also soon be setting up a Facebook page for our collective.

Thank you once again for all your support.

If you'd like to buy any of the works from the show please take a look at the artwork page of the website.

Wednesday, 6 February 2013

How Doth the Little Crocodile.

How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws!

Seven Colour lino-print for "Curiouser and Curiouser". 

Tuesday, 3 April 2012

Patron Saint of Eco Warriors.

At uni they are putting together a book based on the poems of a local author with links to the course. They are all made up Patron Saints (the author discovered that in reality there are many strange ones) and each poem had a variety of people doing illustrations for it. Then they judged them all and some were chosen to go in the book.

Mine was the Patron Saint of Eco Warriors and was done just after my op. It was chosen which is fab, particularly if the book gets published!

Monday, 30 January 2012

Contagion by Spike Milligan


Contagion



Elephants are contagious!
Be careful how you tread.
An Elephant that's been trodden on
Should be confined to bed!

Leopards are contagious too.
Be careful tiny tots.
They don't give you a temperature
But lots and lots - of spots.

The Herring is a lucky fish
From all disease inured.
Should he be ill when caught at sea;
Immediately - he's cured!


Spike Milligan

The last of the poems. Again it needs a few tweaks and the text as they all do. Also think I might try photographing them all, instead of scanning them. Scanning seems to play with the colours a bit!

Look At All Those Monkeys!


Look At All Those Monkeys!


Look at all those monkeys
Jumping in their cage.
Why don't they all go out to work
And earn a decent wage?

How can you say such silly things,
And you a son of mine?
Imagine monkeys travelling on
The Morden-Edgware line!

But what about the Pekinese!
They have an allocation.
'Don't travel during Peke hour',
It says on every station.

My Gosh, you're right, my clever boy,
I never thought of that!
And so they left the monkey house,
While an elephant raised his hat.


Spike Milligan

Another poem, this one was one of my favourites to do, although it was also the most work! Lots and lots of tiny bits of paper, my studio looked liked it had been subject to some kind of hurricane!

Philip Le Barr by Spike Milligan




Philip Le Barr.

Philip Le Barr,
Was knock down by a car,
On the road to Mandalay.
He was knocked down again
By a dust cart in Spain
And again in Zanzibar.
So,
He travled at night
In the pale moon light
Away from the traffic growl
But terrible luck
He was hit by a duck
Driven by an owl.


Spike Milligan

Jumbo Jet by Spike Milligan


Jumbo Jet.

I saw a little elephant standing in my garden,
I said 'You don't belong in here', he said 'I beg you pardon?',
I said 'This place is England, what are you doing here?',
He said 'Ah, then I must be lost' and then 'Oh dear, oh dear'.

'I should be back in Africa, on Saranghetti's Plain',
'Pray, where is the nearest station where I can catch a train?'.
He caught the bus to Finchley and then to Mincing lane,
And over the Embankment, where he got lost, again.

The police they put him in a cell, but it was far too small,
So they tied him to a lampost and he slept against the wall.
But as the policemen lay sleeping by the twinkling light of dawn,
The lampost and the wall were there, but the elephant was gone!

So if you see an elephant, in a Jumbo Jet,
You can be sure that Africa's the place he's trying to get!


Spike Milligan

Another of Spike Milligan's lovely poems. More tweaks and text to come!

On the Ning Nang Nong.


On the Ning Nang Nong.

On the Ning Nang Nong
Where the Cows go Bong!
and the monkeys all say Boo!
There's a Nong Nang Ning
Where the trees go Ping!
And the teapots jibbers jabber joo.
On the Nong Ning Nang
All the mice go Clang
And you just can't catch 'em when they do!
So its Ning Nang Nong
Cows go Bong!
Nong Nang Ning
Trees go ping
Nong Ning Nang
The mice go Clang
What a noisy place to belong
is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!!


Spike Milligan

Another spread for Spike Milligan's nonsense poetry. Again a few tweaks needed and the text needs to be added!

Granny by Spike Milligan


Granny



Through every nook and every cranny
The wind blew in on poor old Granny
Around her knees, into each ear
(And up nose as well, I fear)

All through the night the wind grew worse
It nearly made the vicar curse
The top had fallen off the steeple
Just missing him (and other people)

It blew on man, it blew on beast
It blew on nun, it blew on priest
It blew the wig off Auntie Fanny-
But most of all, it blew on Granny!

By Spike Milligan

For one of my four major projects I was asked to illustrate 6 of Spike Milligan's nonsense poetry. Here is one of the spreads. It still needs a bit of work and I eventually will add text!