North Atlantic Defense Coalition

[Baldr]

My hippo has the hiccups
and his hiccups shake the ground.
The floor is always rumbling
when my hippo is around.

I bought him at the pet store
But I missed a small detail.
I didn't see the sign said:
"Hiccupotamus for sale."

[Koniac]

I just can't beat Baldr's poems...

[Baldr]

My dad’s a hippopotamus.
He’s dad to quite a lot of us.
You think that’s strange? I don’t know why,
Since we’re all hippopotami.

We’re friends with a rhinoceros,
Who I think looks preposterous.
I’m glad that I don’t spend time bein’
Something so rhinocerian.

We live next to a crocodile.
He’s over there on his own isle.
He’s got big bumps on each short limb.
I’m glad that I don’t look like him.

We also know a chimpanzee,
The strangest creature that you’ll see.
Those gangly arms look out of place,
And I would never want his face.

Right nearby’s an ocelot.
He likes to mew and roar a lot.
With spots and splotches hard to miss,
I think he looks ridiculous.

But there’s one creature that we see
That’s most absurd. We all agree.
It comes to visit at our zoo.
And...oh... how sad! It looks like you.

[Baldr]

I'm a hippopotamus
When I'm alone - just I.

But when there's lots of us
We are hippopotami.

[MIBHG]

[quote name='Baldr' date='15 April 2010 - 06:07 AM' timestamp='1271311644' post='2261022']
Some think the
Noble hippopotamus
A somewhat
Pointless rhinoceros.

My hippo has the hiccups
and his hiccups shake the ground.
The floor is always rumbling
when my hippo is around.

I bought him at the pet store
But I missed a small detail.
I didn't see the sign said:
"Hiccupotamus for sale."

My dad's a hippopotamus.
He's dad to quite a lot of us.
You think that's strange? I don't know why,
Since we're all hippopotami.

We're friends with a rhinoceros,
Who I think looks preposterous.
I'm glad that I don't spend time bein'
Something so rhinocerian.

We live next to a crocodile.
He's over there on his own isle.
He's got big bumps on each short limb.
I'm glad that I don't look like him.

We also know a chimpanzee,
The strangest creature that you'll see.
Those gangly arms look out of place,
And I would never want his face.

Right nearby's an ocelot.
He likes to mew and roar a lot.
With spots and splotches hard to miss,
I think he looks ridiculous.

But there's one creature that we see
That's most absurd. We all agree.
It comes to visit at our zoo.
And...oh... how sad! It looks like you.

I'm a hippopotamus
When I'm alone - just I.

But when there's lots of us
We are hippopotami.
[/quote]

[MIBHG]

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[MIBHG]

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Bump, again!
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[MIBHG]

[quote name='MIBHG' date='06 May 2010 - 02:22 PM' timestamp='1273155733' post='2288996']
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Bump, again!
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[MIBHG]

[quote name='MIBHG' date='06 May 2010 - 02:22 PM' timestamp='1273155733' post='2288996']
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Bump, again!
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[quote name='MIBHG' date='08 May 2010 - 03:39 PM' timestamp='1273333142' post='2291334']
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Hello!! It is Me again!!![img]http://forums.cybernations.net/public/style_emoticons/default/huh.gif[/img]

[JimBob]

Hello, and welcome to B.U.M.P radio! This is your daily BUUUUUUUMP!

[MIBHG]

[quote name='JimBob' date='09 May 2010 - 03:39 PM' timestamp='1273419538' post='2292497']
Hello, and welcome to B.U.M.P radio! This is your daily BUUUUUUUMP!
[/quote]

[size="3"][size="3"]Cheers, Mate!

I was getting to feel a little lonely here[img]http://forums.cybernations.net/public/style_emoticons/default/unsure.gif[/img]
[/size][/size]

[Baldr]

A rhinoceros
fits neatly in a haiku,
but a hippopot-

[MIBHG]

[b][font="Arial"]Howard the Hippo
By Vivian Gouled

Howard, the hippo,
Lives in a zoo.
He has his own room
But not much to do.
He hasn't a book,
Or a bike, or a ball,
But a pool of his own...
That he wants most of all.

Howard, the hippo,
Can float and can swim,
Though no one has given
A lesson to him.
He stays underwater
For much of the day,
And Howard, the hippo,
Keeps happy that way![/font][/b][size="3"][color="#000000"]
[/color][/size]

[MIBHG]

Some help here , Please![img]http://forums.cybernations.net/public/style_emoticons/default/mad.gif[/img]

[url="http://forum.cn-nadc.net/index.php?/topic/2281-some-help-here-please/"]In NADC Forum-Recruitment Office[/url]

Edited May 14, 2010 by MIBHG

[JimBob]

"Good morning, you're listening to KBC Radio Mash. This is your daily BUMP!"

[JimBob]

No, this just isnt acceptable. We cannot not bump - however I am [i]not[/i] actually bumping, I am referring to the excellent sport of bumping, which can be celebrated by using the simple word "BUMP!"

[Baldr]

I shoot the Hippopotamus
With bullets made of platinum,
Because if I use leaden ones
His hide is sure to flatten 'em.

[MIBHG]

[left][font="Times New Roman"][size="3"][u][b]There Once Was a Puffin[/b][/u][/size][/font][/left]
[left][font="Times New Roman"][size="3"][b]Oh, there once was a Puffin
Just the shape of a muffin,
And he lived on an island
In the bright blue sea![/b][/size][/font][/left]
[left][font="Times New Roman"][size="3"][b]He ate little fishes,
That were most delicious,
And he had them for supper
And he had them for tea.[/b][/size][/font][/left]
[left][font="Times New Roman"][size="3"][b]But this poor little Puffin,
He couldn't play nothin',
For he hadn't anybody
To play with at all.[/b][/size][/font][/left]
[left][font="Times New Roman"][size="3"][b]So he sat on his island,
And he cried for awhile, and
He felt very lonely,
And he felt very small.[/b][/size][/font][/left]
[left][font="Times New Roman"][size="3"][b]Then along came the fishes,
And they said, "If you wishes,
You can have us for playmates,
Instead of for tea!"[/b][/size][/font][/left]
[left][font="Times New Roman"][size="3"][b]So they now play together,
In all sorts of weather,
And the Puffin eats pancakes,
Like you and like me.[/b][/size][/font][/left]
[left][i][font="Times New Roman"][size="3"][b]by Florence Page Jaques[/b][/size][/font][/i][/left]

Edited May 19, 2010 by MIBHG

[MIBHG]

[i]The “Brum” and the Oologist
Were walking hand in hand;
They grinned to see so many birds
On cliff, and rock, and sand.
“If we could only get their eggs,”
Said they, “It would be grand.”

“Oh, Sea-birds,” said the Midland man,
“Let’s take a pleasant walk!
Perhaps among you we may fine
The Great—or lesser—Auk;
And you might possibly enjoy
A scientific talk.”

The skuas and the cormorants,
And all the [color="#ff0000"]puffin clan[/color],
The stormy petrels, gulls, and terns,
They hopped, and skipped, and ran
With very injudicious speed
To join that oily man.

“The time has come,” remarked the Brum,
“For ‘talking without tears’
Of birds unhappily extinct,
Yet known in former years;
And how much cash an egg will fetch
In Naturalistic spheres.”

“But not our eggs!” replied the birds,
Feeling a little hot.
“You surely would not rob our nests
After this pleasant trot?”
The Midland man said nothing but, —
“I guess he’s cleared the lot!”

“Well!” said that bland Oologist,
“We’ve had a lot of fun.
Next year, perhaps, these Shetland birds
We’ll visit—with a gun;
When—as we’ve taken all their eggs —
There’ll probably be none!”

This abridged 1891 poem from Britain’s [i]Punch, [/i]a satirical magazine, takes a swipe at oologists (egg collectors).[/i]

[MIBHG]

[b][color="#000000"]Before The Puffin Swam (poem) by Eric Ratcliffe[/color][/b]
[size="2"]Long, long ago, before the puffin swam,
neither sun nor sail bewildered those
who, simple in their sleep, walked to a day
of golden trees and apples in the air,
and quiet tilted villages.[/size]

[size="2"]The men flailed and the women wove
and when the eyes of heaven closed
they rested by fin-fairy fires
and watched the smoke climb upright to the stars.[/size]

[size="2"]Here the peace of an eternal autumn passed,
still leaves endured, and for the steeple doves
time kissed lightly underneath the moon;
the stones of ancient masons sang
the pale language of the livng dead,
the wall-chants of the spirit of the race
who left his talismans at eventide
lonely in the grey home shade.[/size]

[size="2"]Here lay the axe, once sun-slanted and crossed
before ripe muscles on a summer morning
and the old stones sing back two thousand years
to the skin-belted body which turned inthe sun,
and twisted and struck, one lever of flesh
at the tree on the forest floor.[/size]

[size="2"]Only the blue flints know of the heavy dead
fibre-bare in the deep midnight earth,
under the dumb centuries of cloven hooves,
and of souls' last kisses before they fled
like shadows on the arms of some star-white god.[/size]

[size="2"]Forever beneath the high moon clouds
the red-haired cattle stray,
meeting and passing like porcelain
upon a waxen way.[/size]

[size="2"]Sires of their sires by hecatomb
had writhed beneath the sun;
some new man-woman would bleed
the calves of their calves by gun.
And one dozen paces from their skulls
would meet in temples on the shale
- with hassocks at their feet.[/size]

Edited May 22, 2010 by MIBHG

[MIBHG]

[quote]

[b][color="#0000ff"]Pondering a Puffin [/color][/b]

[i][color="#0000ff"]by Brian A. Hartford[/color][/i]

[i]
[/i][color="#0000ff"]What a strange product of Nature,[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]the Puffin, is to what I refer.[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]Large orange beaked,[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]attached to a small head.[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]The body isn't much of which to
speak,[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]black plumage, and not much more.[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]What miracle that such a design,[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]will support such a structure.[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]The white breast,[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]orange webbed feet,[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]such a clownish appearance.[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]The eyes highlight the costume,[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]small dots in a white feather field.[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]Is this costume for camouflage or,[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]for a darker spirit?[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]In Nature, it is not wise to guess,[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]it is uniqueness.[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]Fisherman by design,[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]to swim natural as it's flight.[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]A source of amasement to me,[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]sheer joy to know he exists.[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]He returns to the cliffs of his
birth,[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]guards the nest.[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]protecting his unborn from the snare,[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]hazard of being a gastronomic
delight.[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]What a joy to know the puffin,[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]It is good to know he exists.[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]I am amused to think that,[/color]

[color="#0000ff"]the joke is on me.[/color]

[/quote]

[Koniac]

Don't put it out with your boots, Ted!

[MIBHG]

[b][quote] [color="#000000"]Puffin (poem) by Suellen Wedmore[/color][/b]
Underwater, a premier danseur,
his turns a blur,
his orange feet steer

through the orchestra
of seaweed and tide,
this sea parrot, this clown

of the Atlantic, harlequin-billed
with jester's eyes;
take one for your own

and the dance of life
takes a turn. The one I choose,
Nureyev,

is on his fifth mate,
despite the fact that puffins
are monogamous: no guilt

on Eastern Egg Rock!
What's important
is the burrow

lined with grass and sticks,
that he was seen
approaching the nest

with a half dozen fish in his bill.
While his wings spin
like a windmill at sea,

on land he hops awkwardly
across rocks, wings tucked
under the tail of his tuxedo.

In spring, he's genius
of the thermals,
the sun whispers stage directions,

gravity reveals its secrets
as he flies toward his island
without map or compass
from far across the sea.
[/quote]

Edited May 25, 2010 by MIBHG

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