Lymerick

[YesNo]

While the fairy was growing her tail
And the ogre was drooling a wail
There’s that troll up on top
Of the dragon. We stop
To enjoy all that’s solid yet frail.

[Cassie Hughes]

The prince eyed the princess with fright
then took off out into the night
for her nose was as big
as the foot of a pig
and her eyes were a terrible sight

[YesNo]

There are those who enjoy a pig’s nose.
It is roundish and soft as it goes.
It is big and it’s there
When it’s raised in the air
When the pigs win the prize in the shows.

[Cassie Hughes]

Now Percy the prizewinning pig
enjoyed nothing more than to dig
his truffling nose
was the talk of the shows
and made father's bank balance quite big.

[prendrelemick]

' course a pig is big in the nose
but a fact not everyone knows
It's the sniffing about
he does with his snout
that ensures it grows and it grows

[Pompey Bum]

The more a pig sniffles and snuffles
The more likely it is to find truffles.
From dirt to pig's nose
To the gentry it goes,
Who like pigs greet such eats with kerfuffles.

[YesNo]

When it’s dark is when stars can be bright.
I reflect on the skylights of night
And the shine of the day
Alternating. A play
That won’t end till it all turns out right.

[Pompey Bum]

There was a white Dick named Moby
Who swam o'er the watery Gobi.
Pursued by the Jedi--
But wait, I forget I
Speak not here of Obi Kenobie!

[Pompey Bum]

There was a young lady from Lanzhou
Who strummed with her thumb on the banjo.
She sat in the kitchen,
With the fair Dinah, b*tchin'
'Bout some sly railroad worker named Sancho.

[Pompey Bum]

There was a young lady named Jane
Who'd stick by her Dick shine or rain;
She would show him her Spot
Till his heartstrings were caught,
Then for fun, "Run, Dick, Run!" she'd exclaim.

[YesNo]

Splashing water hangs tightly in drops
Running wildly until splashing stops.
Run and know that this now
Is entangled somehow
With more joy when the pain smiles and pops.

[Cassie Hughes]

The problem with going too fast
when the raindrops are falling at last
is that slippery ground
makes your feet slide around
causing pain when you land on your ***

[Pompey Bum]

My *** oft complains of its load,
And frankly the thing's getting old.
Yet as spring turns to autumn,
I'll hold onto my bottom
As we pass down the darkening road.

[YesNo]

My butt is quite jolly and plump.
When it rains or when I hit a lump
It’s my butt that lands first
Though my mouth shouts the curse
It’s my butt big and round with the bump.

[YesNo]

Change that is rhythmically sound
Reminds us that time runs around
Like a seasonal wheel.
Endless cycles conceal
What is firm giving thanks for the ground.