Cerberus
Member
- Joined
- Jul 8, 2015
- Messages
- 375
- Location
- Southeast coast of England
- Basic Beliefs
- Right-wing, atheist, and idealist
There was a man from Japan
Whose verses never would scan.
When asked why this was,
He answered, "Because...
I always try to get as many words into the last line as I possibly can."
His brother thought quite the reverse,
And said, "When I write a verse,
I think it is fine
To make the last line
Terse."
There was a young lady from Ryde,
Who ate green apples and died,
The apples fermented
Inside the lamented,
And made cider inside her inside.
The Limerick, everyone knows,
Is the lowest of poetry's lows.
And this one should prove
that it ought to behoove one
to leave writing poems to the pros(e)
I copied/pasted the above and sent it to my son; this is what he emailed back:
Mary had a little lamb
She kept it in a bucket
And every time the lamb jumped out
The little dog tried to...
... Put it back in again