Impetuously I sprang from bed,
Long before lunch was up,
That I might drain the dizzy dew
From the day’s first golden cup.

In swift devouring ecstasy

Each toil in turn was done;

I had done lying on the lawn

Three minutes after one.

For me, as Mr. Wordsworth says,
The duties shine like stars;
I formed my uncle’s character,
Decreasing his cigars. 

But could my kind engross me? No!
Stern Art-what sons escape her?
Soon I was drawing Gladstone’s nose
On scraps of blotting paper. 

Then on-to play one-fingered tunes

Upon my aunt’s piano

.In short, I have a headlong soul

,I much resemble Hanno.

 (Forgive the entrance of the not
Too cogent Carthaginian.
It may have been to make a rhyme;
I lean to that opinion.) 

(From Greybeards At Play: G.K. Chesterton.)

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@imastawka wrote:

Giving up on the pics, boris.   Some scary ones out there

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Yes it's the same when i looke for fursday stuff, i've learnt to avert my eyes

       Go  Sid.  Thanks gc.  Forgot about Sid

Sid disappeared from my post so............

I was thinking the same thing. Maybe set a theme, like the photo thread, and ask people to either write, or find, an appropriate poem.

katydid already tried this.   Moderate success.  Petered out though

 http://community.ebay.com.au/t5/Community-Spirit/The-Community-Spirit-24-Hour-Poetry-Competition/m-p...