Lymerick

The things you are babbling about
are raising empirical doubts--
It's such a bum deal
(defining what's real)
if you keep pratting on count me out.

At times verse is poorly unpacked
Its meaning made mostly abstract
Most loquacious
A school in Davis
Be careful yo mind don't get jacked

Whether nonsense is nonsense or not
There’s a lot that I’m glad I forgot.
I’d remember the light
And the cool starry night
But my mind’s dumped into a robot.

Are minds shaped and made just to crunch
Sums, or in thoughts, concepts bunch
I’d say it’s no matter
It leaves one unflattered
All Freshman year, went untouched :(

It’s wonderful sleeping in late,
Let the mindlessness regurgitate.
It’s irrationally true.
And it’s reasonable, too,
Like some icing too sweet for a cake.

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'

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.”

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Quote:

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Originally Posted by 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

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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!;)

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

There once was a thoughtful, wise fish
Who thought it was better to wish
He became a mermaid
Than to find himself laid
Deep-fried on a fisherman’s dish.

There once was a fish named Harry
Who tried his best to look scary
But he was too hasty
And the worm looked tasty
Just dangling there so contrary

While a worm writhes in pain on a hook
There are fish who’ll stop by for a look
And then one of them may
Choose to go all the way:
Free the worm and get sent to the cook.

There once was an earthworm named Dane
Who was on a hook, writhing in pain
Ain't that a B'
Sucks to be he
Down at his end of the food chain

From the food chain it’s fun to be free.
I would eat anything I might see.
In my mouth it all flows.
Out the back it all goes
Till the worms work their magic on me.

Worm tragedy
One day the worm was so ill
Neither hunger nor thirst did he feel
He lay on his bed
Until he was dead
He was buried at his will under a hill.

There once an idea called "food chain"
In its own way hubristically profane
What we've got here
It's really quite clear
Is the complete circle of life, it's plain

There once was a worm who asked why
On a hook in a brook he must die?
That’s a bad way to go
With those fish down below,
But I’m glad it was he and not I.

There was a young fellow named Arty
Who when to a Mexican party
Bean and cheese tacos
Chile bean nachos
He left when the air got too farty

A fart is a wonderful thing.
The air freshly tainted could bring
A thought to my nose
Since a fart’s not a rose
And a rose makes a nose want to sing.

Each breath comes in quest of some grail
With faith that the quest will not fail.
With passion unfurled
The warm, waiting world
Will beat with each breath we inhale.

There once was a fellow named Lou
Who was feeling low down and blue
His girlfriend Kim
Went and dumped him
'Cos much wind breakage he liked to do

Lou and Kim were a wonderful pair
Until Kim found a new guy somewhere.
So she blamed Lou for this
And for that, but the kiss
Of a new guy left Lou dumped out there.

My effort....

There once was a man called Bloom,
Whose story you've all read, I assume,
I'll give it a shot,
And I'll read the lot,
Before I end up in my tomb.


Hope you enjoy.

Nice one, johnnybloom. And welcome! I hope to read more.

You might think I am thinking. I’m not.
That last sentence I said, I forgot.
And the present one, too,
Will be shipped out still new
Like the next when I get off the pot.

Should we feel we are lonely recall
Painful separateness feels like a fall.
We’ve our mothers to love,
Down here or above,
And a navel that links us to all.

Hi, and thanks. Here's another.....

There's a member here called YesNo,
Whose real name we just do not know,
He comes and he goes,
As everyone knows,
So we'll just have to call him John Dough.
Cheers 😁

Thank you! I am honored. I see you have a motorcycle. I used to have a scooter. Not quite the same thing as a motorcycle.

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I once had a scooter that was
Very nice and I loved it because
I could park it on grass
And it ran good on gas
But my youth went as youthfulness does.

I just found out that today, May 12th, is National Limerick Day: https://mindandlifematters.wordpress...rick-day-2016/

I could not find out which nation is celebrating the limerick, but perhaps it doesn't matter.