Lymerick

There once was a wonderful Woo
With nothing, no, nothing to do.
With a pin it was popped
And the wondering stopped
Till the Woo woke and wondered anew.

There once was a lobster named Lou.
Some water was boiling near, too.
Though he knew less of fate
Than he knew how to wait
He was homesick for water more blue.

In the deep blue sea lived a crustacean
With his bride he sought consummation
In the heat of the act
His claws did contract
Resulting in lady lobster bifurcation



-whoops

Lou’s lady was lovely and Lou
Knew that lobsters do what lobsters do.
When she died in Lou’s bed.
“It’s his fault,” someone said,
“Lou got jealous and snipped her in two.”

Lobster Lou feeling low down and blue
After cleaving Lady Lobster in two
It happened so quickly
Was horribly sickly
Now Lou is blue and his lady is stew

Then Lou was picked up by sweet Joyce
Who teased him with her sexy voice,
“Would you like a last wish,
My beautiful fish?”
But do lobsters get any real choice?

Then Lou was picked up by sweet Joyce
Who teased him with her sexy voice,
“Would you like a last wish,
My beautiful fish?”
But do lobsters get any real choice?

Briny depths where odd creatures abound
The vast expanse can truly astound
Never to sleep
Ever so deep
More than sublime the sea is profound

In the deep where the dark lost all blue
There's a mind with too little to do
But imagine a world
Into which it is hurled
With delight that the darkness is through.

Deep and Dark by YesNo

In the deep where the dark lost all blue
There's a mind with too little to do
But imagine a world
Into which it is hurled
With delight that the darkness is through

Good and fantastic! I find it musical, it dances with me!


No and no but it is always so
Harmful as you know
As hatching birds, leave the eggs and go
Do we really wait a foe? And
What shall we do,
If life for a coward one will draw?

Thanks, Mohammad Ahmad! I enjoyed yours as well on courage.

He's one about birds getting out of the nest, inspired by your poem:

Fear of Flying

There once was a bird in a nest
Who thought he’d give flying a test.
“Any monkey can fly,”
Thought the bird way up high.
So he tried and he flew like the rest.

There once was a monkey way up in a tree
Who thought if birds can fly then why not me
He launched with a yell
But then he fell
Arms flappin', legs kickin', it never would be

There once was a monkey who flew
In the sky way up high all he knew
Was he felt like a bird.
All the chirping he heard
Make him wake. Then his flying was through.

Strange things afoot in the forest so high
The birds and the bees and monkeys that fly
Fez and a vest
You know the rest
Oh! lions and tigers and bears, Oh my!

Ruby slippers are wonderfully red,
But Dorothy wonders instead
Why those monkeys can fly
And she can’t, “Why can’t I
Get that rainbow outside of my head?”