Lymerick

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.

Apropos Limerick day a shy question from a non native: do you spell the word "Limerick", "Lymerick" or are the both possibilities correct?

I have only seen it spelled "Lymerick" as the title of this thread. Usually people write "limerick". I assume "lymerick" is an amusing typo.

Thanks, Yes/No. I shall adere to limerick. :)

There once was a fellow named Duke
He surfed and swam and played the uke'
Up on the north shore
Stuff of Hawaiian lore
Rode waves that'd make a grown man puke

Water is deep, blue and wet
And surfing allows one to get
Quite close to the stuff
Until one’s had enough
When the sunburn is ready to set.

Friday’s the end of the week
And the thirteenth as Friday seems bleak,
But I didn’t know
It’s the thirteenth and so
Nothing happened. My monsters stayed meek.

To envy what others have got
Keeps me measuring me at each spot
Where I sense some regret.
I would rather forget
What I lack since it’s likely a lot.

There once was a Sioux named Crazy Horse
Whom to the res' the army couldn't force
Had Custer's scorn
But at Little Big Horn
The Chief carved the Colonel into fourths

In the morning the sun turns up bright
Through the noon opened eyes feel delight.
As the colors caress
To enchant and to bless
They will merge with the star-calming night.

There once was a young doughboy
Who left home and hearth to deploy
Caught in the draft
He got the shaft
Neigh King nor Duke but of the hoi polloi