There was a young lass from Targooling
Who found sitting in billabongs cooling
Until a bunyip
Undid her zip
And warmed up her flesh with his fooling.
There once was a young guy from Foo Leng*,
who played with his balls while drooling,
If not for the sport,
he'd have no retort,
and be out in his pool, a looing.
*alternate spelling of "fooling". ed
.
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
There once was a young guy from Foo Leng*,
who played with his balls while drooling,
If not for the sport,
he'd have no retort,
and be out in his pool, a looing.
A soldier from up at the fort
Pickled his balls in old port.
When his good lady
Asked was he crazy,
He said that he did it for sport.
(04-08-2014, 12:48 AM)Erthona Wrote: A soldier from up at the fort
Pickled his balls in old port.
When his good lady
Asked was he crazy,
He said that he did it for sport.
A fort was once filled with men,
never to war had they been,
they thought it was sport
but the finale retort
was the enemy doing them in.
I’m naughty for writing a rhyme?
Chris says that it s haiku time -
have I made an enemy
war-like and venomy?
I say I’ve committed no crime!
You say, you've committed no crime,
but you keep on posting these rhymes,
I'd give you a break
but for goodness sake,
you come back with another each time!
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
You say, you've committed no crime,
but you keep on posting these rhymes,
I'd give you a break
but for goodness sake,
you come back with another each time!
Thank you so much for the break!
Your goodness is real and not fake...
I did read the rules
With which nobody fools;
I hope I’ve not made a mistake.
Thank you so much for the break!
Your goodness is real and not fake...
I did read the rules
With which nobody fools;
I hope I’ve not made a mistake.
I don't follow the rules anyway,
I just write what comes, come what may,
you've made no mistake,
but you're done with your break,
so get on, and write on, your way!
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
I don't follow the rules anyway,
I just write what comes, come what may,
you've made no mistake,
but you're done with your break,
so get on, and write on, your way!
This limerick might come out too long;
don’t think it will translate to song...
Mistakes i have written,
I ought to be quitten...
I’m sure that I’ve done the thing wrong.
This limerick might come out too long;
don’t think it will translate to song...
Mistakes i have written,
I ought to be quitten...
I’m sure that I’ve done the thing wrong.
lime dripped from stalactite
to stalagmite, forming columns
long before man could sing
or design architecture
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris
Not withstanding my love and respect for everyone who has ever
contributed to this pitiful (though skillfully pretentious) thread of
humanity; I feel called upon to offer this humble and ruthlessly absolute
interpretation of the The One True Rules contemporaneously known as The Officious Fauxku Choo Choo Rules with Explications Thereof
To wit:
The posting of limericks gives full faith and credit to the The One True Rules.
Please draw your attention to rules #3 and #4 in the following copy (circa
2014/04/08 23:13 UTC [Temps Universel Coordonné]) of The Officious Fauxku Choo Choo Rules with Explications Thereof*
The Officious Fauxku Choo Choo Rules with Explications Thereof
contemporaneously known as The One True Rules
Your TINY poem should:
1. Use 2 or more significant words from the previous poem.
2. Echo some aspect of the previous poem (optional).
3. Contain 1 to 4 lines, or be a limerick (5 lines).
4. Be a fauxku, pseudoku, otherku* (seebelow), a real haiku (not that
anyone really knows what one is), limerick, or a whatever-you-please
(e.g. metaphorically dense rhyming Nya-ya Su-tra). Just make it TINY.
(And since this is fake art, TINY is not defined.)
Ancillary Rules:
5. If miscalculation, confusion, lapse in judgment, good intentions, ill temper,
addled thinking, or self-deception lead to snarl; don't try to communicate,
don't try to resolve: Just write something (e.g. lists of various vegetables
or something about dog diapers) and keep moving.
6. Use the "New Reply" button to pathetically attempt to impede the inevitable.
*Note: This copy of The Officious Fauxku Choo Choo Rules with Explications Thereof
may have been superseded by its preceeding progenitors.
To wit #2: The Officious Fauxku Choo Choo Rules with Explications Thereof
contained within this thread's founding post RULE!
Any and all disparities and similarities; be they coherent, ridiculous,
contemptible, incomprehensible, or just plain tedious permutations of
the aforementioned: the The Officious Fauxku Choo Choo Rules with
Explications Thereof contained within this thread's founding post
shall triumphantly prevail, overrule, annul, disallow, invalidate, nullify,
override, overturn, quash, rescind, reverse, revoke, strike down, veto, void,
abrogate, cancel, negate, and just plain smite any representation,
portrayal, effigy, or embodiment that ever existed or ever will exist anywhere,
everywhere, and in all those other places too.
i used to know a lotta stuff, but i still have eight cats
A nine-inch ejector inspector,
came upon a dejected old spectre.
The inspector ejected:
"So why so dejected?"
The answer was "Hannibal Lecter".
The dejected old spectre then said
of the suicide note he’d reread-
“Could do with an edit.”
(he’d left out a credit)
But it was too late – he was dead.
specter of your name
tattoos my skin,
archived suicide note
I’ve archived the note you wrote inside my heart -
a part of me's dying; it could be the start
Of a brand new life on my own - a resurrection...
that’s the best I can do with your written rejection.
I’ve archived the note you wrote inside my heart -
a part of me's dying; it could be the start
Of a brand new life on my own - a resurrection...
that’s the best I can do with your written rejection.
your dear-john note
is in the dead letter bin
found wanting, with postage due
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris
