Category: Silly

They say in Wales there’s nothing but rain,

Surely those that stay are insane?

For sunshine, you’ll be bereft,

The vowels have even left…

And only the the consonants remain!

A curious thing is the Limerick,

Its rhythm and rhyme a gimmick,

This one, I contrive,

the joke will never arrive

leaving you worried sick.

In an abbey where monks chanted low,

One brother sang Alto for show.

He sang his plainchant,

With a piercing descant

Till the friar cried, “Brother —no!”