Art by Hendrick ter Brugghen
A limerick is meant to incite a laugh Not be full of melancholy chaff If it fails to amuse Refuses to cure blues What makes it different from a paragraph?
it needs to be alphanumeric possibly, wee esoteric not password one two three that’s too weak a key youll be hacked by a luddite bolshevik
the nucleus has a proton one of two quarks does it spawn up, down, bottom, strange top, charm thus arrange to form the world we live on
A friend sits in a huge hall The volume of his snoring does appall From this wall to that Eighty decibels flat Holds all the class in eager thrall
There was once a man called C. Darwin Who saw on an isle a small puffin With a loud and green beak Emitting a telltale squeak “Kin of my sis!“, he said with a grin
Into the kitchen to make some food An air of aplomb I did exude Mum said, ”have a care and don’t burn your hair” That’s precisely what happened, how rude
is that a bird? is that a plane? no! it’s a caped man with a mane he asks, what’s so weird to be sporting a beard “oh, it’ll tickle while kissing lois lane”
my primary occupation is getting lost random people in my way do i accost do i go left? do i go right? oh, do i follow the light? sigh, wish i could do it as well as Frost
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