For WAM
Old Mozart was a man with a tune
with opera and sonatas to his boon
his friendships were vast
according to the past
he loved best to howl at the moon
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For WAM
Old Mozart was a man with a tune
with opera and sonatas to his boon
his friendships were vast
according to the past
he loved best to howl at the moon
There was a bald prophet named Buddha
Who picnicked upon Brie and Gouda.
He tried a banana
And entered Nirvana
But still holidays in Bermuda.
There once was a fellow named Benny
who would not let his wife spend a penny.
One day this did break her
so she ran off with the Baker
and left him no dough, no, not any.
Kiz, you are getting the hang of this!
Aw, thanks, Dreamwoven! :)
I was trying to add the 'clever touch' to it, like our Bum here. He always has a humorous twist to his. ;)
Thank you, kiz, and yes, that's a great Limerick. The multiple internal rhyme in the last line gives the whole thing a musical/comical sound that keeps the subject in good fun. Writing about painful subjects in a way that makes people laugh (without giving way to cynicism) is a real gift. Well done!
There was a fine lady named Kiz
Who knew well her poetry biz.
She could dash off inimitable
Poetic airs Lymerickal
With dizzying, sizzling, fizz! :)
This Day in History
Five hundred years gone our boy Martin
Sent Catholics and Protestants partin'.
He nailed up his theses;
The Pope, he cried: "Feces!"
And bloodshed, alas, was soon startin'.
Well, hardly, but thanks. :)
There are a few stars, Cassiopeia:
A lady, I think, in a chee-ah.*
Or perhaps she's a swan
Who has sat there too long.
I could never quite tell. Well then, see ya!
* Massachusetts for chair
I didn't know chee-ah is Massachusetts for chair.
Out at sea was a young Hawaiian
Desperately lost but still a-tryin’
He’d left yesterday
In currents westerly
Then fixed east by spotting Orion