There was a woman called Annaliese,
who had the proclivity to sneeze.
She said ‘its no issue’,
and inhaled a tissue,
and now she breathes with ease.
There was a woman called Annaliese,
who had the proclivity to sneeze.
She said ‘its no issue’,
and inhaled a tissue,
and now she breathes with ease.
This is the train manager speaking,
Please alight here for Reading,
I regret to inform you,
That we haven’t a loo,
We apologise; engineers are attending.
I’ve never seen Doctor Who,
Quite frankly I don’t have a clue.
Is it time-travel lore?
Or Daleks at war?
What I do know is the Tardis is blue
My Bonnie lies over the ocean,
My Bonnie lies over the sea,
But don’t be alarmed
She is rather charmed,
She’s sipping mojitos upon deck three.
What is the point of a Toby Jug?
With its grinning face ever so smug,
A tankard of jest,
In porcelain dressed,
The ceramic embodiment of a Mug.
‘Tis true that I cannot make porridge:
I’ve got a Milk and Oat shortage!
“With water and hay,
make some gruel”, say they,
“Because it has twice as much roughage’
To be or not to be, a question
To a nobler mind, a suggestion:
To die, to sleep,
to dream of sheep:
This is Hamlet in his depression
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.
There once was a verse quite specific,
Compact, and a touch hieroglyphic.
It rhymed A-A-B,
Then B-A (Not C)
The famed poem: A limerick.