December 2014.
Limericks, Forsooth
There was an old Poet from Arling
Who exclaimed to his bartender, "Darling!
You're as sweet as a scallion
Speaking fluent Italian!"
Oh, that insolent Poet from Arling!
*
There dwelt a young gal in Wellfleet
With ten toes on her frightening feet:
She would paint them dark yellow
To attract every fellow
Within seventy miles of Wellfleet.
*
Over beer, grits, and blue tortellini,
Old Tom would recite Yeats and Heaney
To Penelope Slaughter,
The minister's daughter
Who refused to eat blue tortellini.
*
A scholarly Doctor from Birming
Taught an earthworm his exquisite squirming.
"Now you must learn to chat in
Gregorian Latin!"
Said that curious Doctor from Birming.
*
A winsome young lass from Revere
Had a cricket who sang in her ear.
Cried the girl, "Please don't chirp!"
But the cricket would burp
In the ear of that dear from Revere.
*
A baldpate from Boston's North End
Could persuade peanut brittle to bend.
So bizarre were his tricks,
They would beat him with sticks,
All the rowdies from Boston's North End.
*
An enjoyable woman from Brighton
Worked with yarn, and liked readin' and writin':
She'd compose silly rhymes
And would suck on sliced limes
As she knitted her mittens in Brighton.
Poetry by Uncle Meridian

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