Muppet Poems

[luvtosr]

Very good, though for some reason your link wasn't working for me. I know which pic you mean though.

 

[Effralyo]

"That`s impossible",- I can be answered now.​

"That`s impossible! How can you do it at all?"-​

But what else can I do, if imaging I like​

Sonething weird, that can allow me look in the soul...​

Maybe, nobody knows who the Swallowers are,​

Maybe, they`ve never tried being fonded like that.​

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Hide away from the outer, sometimes horrorful world,​

In the Muppet you like, if they can let you come.​

"Erkyolleene Garglaider" means "Open Your Gate",​

That`s the way to return thru the heart outside.​

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Come to Cantus if want see the world all in pink,​

Like in jelly, you bliss in the sideburned sage,​

Hear his thoughts and his heartbeat, see mentally what​

Do you want to have seen,- feel at home, feel at home...​

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Come to Beauregard if want some quiet and peace-​

Darkly colored and spacious, he`ll perfectly hide​

In the darkness all over, with sparkles of light,​

Feel so squishy and lovely and warmly inside*.​

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Come to John the Convincer to be in the middle​

Of the spring of the merrily that never gets dry,​

Come to Gunge, or to Murray... or to someone you like-​

That`s what for are the Swallowers, and don`t ask me why.​

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*(thank you so much Gardy)​

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[Effralyo]

I think it could be nice to give also several lyrics to self-wrotten songs - to find them easier.

(wait, just want to insert)
The 1st of them will be "Shucks!" by Beau and Clifford (and both together is orange).

Everything keep bothering, you`re feeling hard,​

How to help you, trusty pal, my Beauregard?..​

Thinking of the troubles in a bad luck day,​

Look at crowd and dun`afraid`, I want to say,-​

Shucks​

A-he-a!​

Go ahead and break the wall.​

Shucks​

A-he-a!​

Are you need a trouble at all?​

You`re the one​

Who can defend and lend a hand,​

You`re the one​

Who can be near and understand.​

Shucks!..​

(the sample)​

Now, never try to mock! Never try to moock!..​

Easy to get on, nah, easy to floock!...​

Do`ze things y`like in your own way,​

Smash for eternity every bad luck day!​

Now, never try to mock, never try to mooock!​

Whara`reason now for a fear and shoock!...​

Wanna know to success a certain cripted key,​

Why dun`you ask ​

About it​

Me!..​

Shucks​

A-he-a!​

Go ahead and break the wall.​

Shucks​

A-he-a!​

Needn`t all that stew at all!​

Are you ready ​

Fight the fear and go ahead,​

Are you ready​

Gain a bunch of luck for that?​

Shucks!..​

The next one is "Tantara-Deyra!" by Cantus.

Just a small fragglish village,​

Just three days to roam, - ​

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Everyone says me, "why do you like it?",-​

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Since it`s a Minstrel`s home.​

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Tantara-Deyra!(There we go!) Eyra!(There we go!)-​

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Wood around like a frame,​

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Dances in evenin`, fun all day​

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And sounds of my flute again.​

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Someone asked me, "Cantus,​

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Aren`t you so darn old,-​

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Why did you never say that you DO​

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Have a home`bout you never told?"-​

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Tantara-Deyra!(There we go!)Eyra!(There we go!)​

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Come and see me someday,​

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My little hut is opened for you, ​

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While wandering stops to wait! (I know!)​

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Wandering stops to wait! (Of course!)​

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Wandering stops to wait!...​

 

[Effralyo]

I think you`ll guess who are the two valtz dancers from the next song. I put <...> instead of names.

When We`re Together​

Ah, when we`re together, joys always come true,​

I came in my brown, in crimson came you, ​

Orchestra`s playing, and it`s now way hard​

Being the Gentleclumsworth Frocked <...>.​

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Let them play lovely for you and for me,​

Hold now your <...>, just feeling the glee,​

Music will hint you the moving along,-​

Wonderful, wonderful,wonderful song!​

(both​

Wonderful, wonderful,wonderful song!​

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<...>, my lady, the world is a hall​

Where every day is a Fancy Dress Ball,​

And if you`ll invite me, I`ll follow my heart....​

Don`t let it go then, my dear <...>!​

Ah, when we`re together, joys always come true,​

...Turn in a Clumsworth, let darling kiss you...​

Orchestra`s playing, and wings in my mind,-​

I`ve found my darling that just dreamed to find!​

(both​

I`ve found my darling that just dreamed to find!​

(Ndah, best I could do.. )​

 

[Beauregard]

Beau and Mildred together!!!!! *watzes away in Mildred's arms*

 

[Effralyo]

Haha, guessed! Hahaha! Gueeessed!.. And howcha`like the "Swallowers" one?
See ya tomorrow!

 

[Effralyo]

The new poems

To Nancy C.R.​

"Nancy Clumsworth, you have such a wonderful son,​

I could quickly befriend and get everything on​

From whatever he does..."- Glance at you- and a sigh.​

Yes, I slightly envy; yes, I`m ready to die​

Just for being your daughter at least for a day,​

Just for listening to that ol`harp do you play.​

I would love you - no lie, I would love you-it`s true,​

And I want you to look at that best can I do.​

..Maybe, mother my dreams,- sparkling sapphire blue eyes,​

Fluffy hands - for a touch all my loneliness dies,-​

Loving heart- how I long for a clumsworthic fond,-​

And your beautiful dreads`bout not so long have I learned...​

Hug me, Nancy, just hug, if you can understand, ​

That the half of my life I`d been missing your hand.​

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Like A Maple​

..And our Cantus, like a maple,​

Is slim and golden just all over,​

As if his ages made him golden...​

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The maple hides syrup, and the fraggle​

Hides wisdom, often getting outside​

And being sweet for ones who hear it.​

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But maple can be sawn, and fraggle​

Will live and travel, sing and wander,​

And gold on him will keep still shining...​

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[Beauregard]

To Nancy C.R.​

"Nancy Clumsworth, you have such a wonderful son,​

I could quickly befriend and get everything on​

From whatever he does..."- Glance at you- and a sigh.​

Yes, I slightly envy; yes, I`m ready to die​

Just for being your daughter at least for a day,​

Just for listening to that ol`harp do you play.​

I would love you - no lie, I would love you-it`s true,​

And I want you to look at that best can I do.​

..Maybe, mother my dreams,- sparkling sapphire blue eyes,​

Fluffy hands - for a touch all my loneliness dies,-​

Loving heart- how I long for a clumsworthic fond,-​

And your beautiful dreads`bout not so long have I learned...​

Hug me, Nancy, just hug, if you can understand, ​

That the half of my life I`d been missing your hand.​

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This poem really does make me wanna cry, it does. Especialy with the knowledge of so many people, like Clifford, who have no parents or miss them, and would want to meet Nancy Clumsworth Beautinglerothas a mother. She's so sweet, and kind. It's like we've known her all our lives! And she's not even a real muppet, only in fan-fics and dreams. But he harp music sounds in my ears. Glarkygardly....

 

[Effralyo]

Hope you`ll like the song that she often sings, then! (The tune is from "Green Sleeves".)

Hullonge tree in my garden grows,​

My brother planted it long ago;​

I think of time when he was alive,​

Before we stayed only four.​

(chorus)​

Ring, oh, ring, my gold harp strings,​

He said forever goodbye,​

But there is still that hullonge tree​

With leaves as blue as the summer sky.​

I shall remember the day he said​

That someday he can return,​

That ages afterwards, being missed,​

He`ll find our home and will be reborn.​

(chorus)​

Hullonge tree in my garden grows,​

My brother planted it long ago,​

I do believe that he will be back​

To stay here for ever and more.​

And something else on the almost same theme.​

Murray Misses You​

In dusty, old and ruined house​

He doesn`t sleep tonite,​

He takes his guitar, looks at stars​

And freezes in delight...​

Ah, let the guitar silent now​

In common mute around,​

While Murray`s crystal jukebox can`t​

Hold any more its sound...​

It sings about the Minstrels,​

Sings about his greetings,​

Makes him want to know now​

What do they all do;​

And if can someone listen​

and hear the tune of jukebox,​

They could guess an one line-​

Murray Misses You.​

If can someone listen​

and hear the tune of jukebox,​

They could guess an only​

Murray Misses You.​

 

[Effralyo]

...And now I wanna say all that didn`t fit in PMH from my forgetfulness( ), showing it as a cross between a song and an usual poem,-something related to the chapter "Sleeping Beau-ry".

Reviving Miracle
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Awaking somewhere far away​

from home,​

You hardly breath and can`t just say​

a word.​

The secret isn`t clear awhile,​

and beat​

Of heart is weak and can be barely​

heard.​

They think he`s dead, and moan over ​

him,​

But life keeps flowing slowly under fur.​

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They think he`ll never be old lovely self,​

While something makes him all melt inside.​

And magic works all time invisably-​

Muppets never die...​

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The Moulting Time`s Reviving Miracle​

Can make your fur shine gold and change ​

your soul,​

The Moulting Time`s Reviving Miracle​

Will amaze them all.​

Your eyes went out, but only for​

awhile,​

I trust, you can endure it, being​

strong.​

The Moulting Time`s Reviving Miracle​

Won`t take too long.​

(Well, apologise for scrabbling..)​

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