I hate that limerick’s rhyme set up
Is that a play or a comment?
And the ones with no metre
Cause me to teeter
As I say them in a wag’s crazy getup
There was a young lad from Killarney
There was a young lad from Killarney
Who liked to eat chili con carne
There was a young lad from Killarney
Who liked to eat chili con carne.
But next day, when he farted
There was a young lad from Killarney
Who liked to eat chili con carne.
But next day, when he farted
And his sphincter departed
There was a young lad from Killarney
Who liked to eat chili con carne.
But next day, when he farted
And his sphincter departed
Now he leaks while he’s kissing the Blarney.
The practice of yoga, to me
The practice of yoga, to me
Gives me a new way to see
The practice of yoga, to me
Gives me a new way to see
The pants that they wear
The practice of yoga, to me
Gives me a new way to see
The pants that they wear
It’s hard, not to stare
The practice of yoga, to me
Gives me a new way to see
The pants that they wear
It’s hard, not to stare
Downward Dog fills my chakra with glee
I went to the convent to see
I went to the convent to see
If they could save a poor wretch like me
I went to the convent to see
If they could save a poor wretch like me
What I found instead
I went to the convent to see
If they could save a poor wretch like me
What I found instead
An uncomfortable bed
I went to the convent to see
If they could save a poor wretch like me
What I found instead
An uncomfortable bed
and ten other good reasons to flee
Halloween’s excessively lame
Halloween’s excessively lame
And I don’t know who to blame.
Halloween’s excessively lame
And I don’t know who to blame.
This year will be different,
Halloween’s excessively lame
And I don’t know who to blame.
This year will be different
If she gives me a stiff front
Halloween’s excessively lame
And I don’t know who to blame.
This year will be different,
We’re not beligerent.
Halloween’s excessively lame
And I don’t know who to blame.
This year will be different,
We’re not beligerent.
still its extortion by any other name
The Japanese make such fine cars
The Japanese make such fine cars
But their poetry’s mostly arse
The Japanese make such fine cars
But their poetry’s mostly arse.
From renga to haiku