A Saturday Limerick

There once was a poet named Will

Who once stumbled on some daffodils,

As he later recalled

With emotion enthralled,

Now his words are worth more than a mil.

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Anonymous
Young William cried, merciful heavens! Now who is this fellow named Evans? It's an obvious fact That he's crabbing my act And no... Read More
Sunday, 18 October 2015 04:58
Katherine Gregor
I'm enjoying this. Just waiting for Rosy's contribution.
Sunday, 18 October 2015 08:09
Rosy Cole
The poet should have better recalled Twas his sister who was so enthralled He pinched from her journal Words worth an eternal Ten ... Read More
Sunday, 18 October 2015 12:51
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Limerick in the Green Room

There once was a poet named Homer

Whose name was a sort of misnomer,

For he wandered the land

With a full backup band

Billed as Homer the Attican Roamer.

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Rosy Cole
But Homer was blind as a bat and often fell over the cat so he hardly would know with a full band in tow how to venture a landscap... Read More
Saturday, 26 September 2015 23:42
Anonymous
Ah, a dulcimer whiz was the poet but Fmajor from C7 he didn't know it the bass player griped and the groupies sniped tell him Home... Read More
Sunday, 27 September 2015 11:30
Katherine Gregor
I'm enjoying this exchange, and totally in awe of you people's talent for rhyming.
Sunday, 27 September 2015 20:05
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Limerick (on St. Patrick's Day)

There once was a poet from Eire

Who wrote phrases like “widening gyre”

Till he got very old

And his verse could unfold

And his heart lying down flew much higher.

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Rosy Cole
Looking forward to that chapbook of limericks...! :-)
Wednesday, 18 March 2015 18:48
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My wit is short, ye may wel understonde

There once was a poet named Chaucer

Who would only drink tea from a saucer.

When asked why, he said,

With an accent well-bred,

to a Chaucer, the saucer is law, sir

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Stephen Evans
Or possibly more appropriately: Whilom was a poete highte Chaucer Who wold ne drinke ale save from a saucer. When axed why, he s... Read More
Sunday, 01 February 2015 04:23
Rosy Cole
Okay, permission to give up the day job at last!!! ... Read More
Sunday, 01 February 2015 12:36
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Beautifully said, Rosy. Cheers to you. X
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Thank you! It was! Glad you enjoyed! :-)
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Thanks, Stephen. And a fabulous 2020 to you.
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Stunning - what a wonderful p;lace to celebrate Christmas.
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Congratulations on completing your research and best wishes for your next adventure!