Lymerick

[Sancho]

I like to sleep late in the mornin'
And despite my doctor's warnin'
I boozed all night
Got into a fight
Now between my ears it's a-stormin'

[Jack of Hearts]

I do what the morning has done;
I follow the path of the sun.
Start from recline
then colors align
and I get up ‘til they’re gone.

[YesNo]

Reality has its own way
To suggest what was true yesterday
Won’t work in the morning.
Without any warning
The Sun shines and all is OK.

[YesNo]

Out there where the darkness feels deep,
But warmth penetrates, cease to weep.
Choose some thoughts flowing free.
They’ll engage easily
As the air’s fresh and guides one like sleep.

[Sancho]

There was a young fellow named Guido
Who put on his finest tuxedo
But despite his wishes
He sleeps with the fishes
His debts too deep at the casino

[YesNo]

As a fish Guido didn’t do better
Though his life was more slippery and wetter.
He gambled and lost
So again he was tossed
Since they like doing that to a debtor.

[Jack of Hearts]

I can't speak enough of old Guido,
so strong, had the heart of an eagle
Though twice born and fishy
He bounced up creek wishing
for swift flight and all accounts legal

[Sancho]

Guido wears concrete shoes for flotation
Though Tony and Sal weighed castration
Ain't no big cat
Just a dirty rat
Earned reward of omertà violation

[YesNo]

My memories of you are a spell.
I’d forget, but there’s more I would tell,
Repeating, recalling,
Rewording, re-falling,
Re-blessing till all turns out well.

[YesNo]

White blossoms display in the sky.
Their home sold. The market was high.
Like making fresh room
For some new phase of bloom
The wind blows. We wave them goodbye.

[Sancho]

There was a young gal from Brazil
Whose voice was grating and shrill
She lacked understanding
And yet was demanding
Then left with feelings most ill

[YesNo]

Breathing deeply will set yourself free.
And worry? It comes needlessly.
Although one got away
There’s a saying some say,
“There’s always more fish in the sea.”

[Danik 2016]

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[Danik 2016]

There was a young gal from Brazil
Whose voice was grating and shrill
She lacked understanding
And yet was demanding
Then left with feelings most ill

You ain't no Stinkah
There was a “young” gal from Brazil
And a man on a donkey uphill
She was demanding
Cause he lacked understanding
Then she laughed with feelings no ill!

Sancho, I hereby present this wondrous piece of English rhyme and metric (Sam Weller himself couldn´t have done better) and extend a conciliatory post!

[Sancho]

I once knew a gal from São Paulo
But the Portuguese Eu não falo
Long live playfulness
Down with hatefulness
And for a rhyme I will go how low?




I think my rhymes favor Dr Suess more than Sam Weller