Lymerick

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