Lymerick

[YesNo]

Going backward in time could be fun
But the past seems too old. It is done.
And that future caress
Will not feel any less
If I wait patiently and don’t run.

[Pompey Bum]

I don't eat a lot of viande,
Of fowl I'm not overly fond,
I can't stand the squish
Of my fork against fish
That I've sent to the briny beyond.

[YesNo]

Having fish with big eyes on a plate
Makes me feel for the worm used as bait,
Makes me wonder if I’m
Being baited this time:
Eat the fish and get hooked to some fate.

[Pompey Bum]

Enough of your vacuous chatter
While on corpses you grow yourself fatter;
If it oinks, moos, or clucks,
You're just sh*t out of luck.
Are you getting it? Quack lives matter!

[Sancho]

There was a young fellow named Reggie
Who up and went totally veggie
He stated his case
Food shouldn't have a face
Now he eats mainly the lettuce wedgie

[Pompey Bum]

I got a speck in my eye:
I can't say what, when, where, or why.
I poked it in vain
And I broke it in twain.
Now two specks to perplex me have I.

[YesNo]

Speaking of food we could eat
There is plenty of lively, fresh meat
That is not yet quite dead.
It is running ahead.
Bam! I got one! A nice yummy treat.

[Pompey Bum]

There once was a girl called Cro-Magnon
Who found herself chompin' and gaggin' on
The flesh of great beasts
At her elephant feasts--
She was no one, indeed, to be raggin' on.

[Pompey Bum]

The thing fell out of my eye;
It left not a spot nor a stye.
I won't miss it much
Nor think on it as such;
I just wish it a heartfelt goodbye.

[Pompey Bum]

The moon is a lump of green cheese
With a face half-suppressing a sneeze;
Its soft glow's a beacon
To tempt a chaste deacon
And part the dour-maidenliest knees.

[Sancho]

There once was a fellow named Stan
Who lived by a creek in a van
He went all veg
An easy pledge
Since he mainly ate beans from a can

[YesNo]

Coffee I’d drink hot or cold.
My life I’ve enjoyed young or old
And that wonderful air!
It feels good every where
Whether timid or a tad bit too bold.

[Pompey Bum]

I'm fond of a little black bean
That goes by the name of caffeine.
The pleasure it grants you
Will damn near unpants you:
Your hijinks can scarce be foreseen.

[YesNo]

Coffee’s a wonderful bean
Makes me happy when I would be mean,
Makes me wake up and say,
“What a wonderful day!
Praise the God who invented caffeine!”

[Pompey Bum]

There is a bold liquid called Java
That makes for much friendly palaver.
It's my kind of drug,
But when spilled on the rug
Its aftertaste lingers fore-ah-ver.