The limerick thread.

[Florestan]

There is a forum called GMG,
Full of strange people. Come and see!
It is in turns absurd and fun
But better than it can find no one!
(Of course, you don't have to fully agree)

[Florestan]

There is this fellow, bold and brave,
No sooner an impulse to this thread he gave,
Than everybody rushed in,
Though there's no prize to win!
Three cheers, lads, for our T. Wilbanks Dave!

[Dr. Dread]

   You guys are good.

[ChamberNut]

  You guys are good.

You've inspired!  0:)

[Dr. Dread]

Thought of this one on the way to work:

"All teachers are useless!" he cracked
Leaving his audience gobsmacked
He stood on his stool
And started to drool
"Thank God for the auto-didact!"

[secondwind]

There once was a good music forum
Where the members behaved with decorum
Did they rush to log in
Our dear Dave, Karl, Brian?
They did not, cause they knew it would bore 'em

[Dr. Dread]

 

[karlhenning]

Thought of this one on the way to work:

"All teachers are useless!" he cracked
Leaving his audience gobsmacked
He stood on his stool
And started to drool
"Thank God for the auto-didact!"

In honor of R.N., no doubt    0:)

[Dr. Dread]

In honor of R.N., no doubt    0:)

If the shoe fits...

[Elgarian]

Continuing the theme of 'Mythic Limericks' (... Mytherics?):


Hades saw, on a bright sunny day -
Persephone! Whisked her away
For six months, we're told,
To the Underworld, cold;
But in Spring she'll be Queen of the May.



'Galatea, I think you're so cool,'
Said Acis, beginning to drool.
A giant then bopped 'im,
But Galatea stopped 'im,
And turned Acis into a pool.



Actaeon, hunting, it's said,
Saw Diana a-lying in bed.
She cried 'You're a stag!'
And he was! What a drag!
And soon after that, he was dead.

[Dr. Dread]

Cheers.

[bhodges]

From Stygian depths, it did rise
With tentacles and bloated eyes
It reached out its limbs
From a visage most grim
And ignored all our pitiful cries 

Didn't someone already mention Newman?



--Bruce

[Dr. Dread]

 

[Dr. Dread]

There once was a thread in the Diner
Whose content could not have been finer
But sink it did do
The poets all through
And gone like a swift ocean liner

[karlhenning]

The sun shines so rarely in Boston,
Umbrellas quite dear are a-costin'.
When you're done with the barber,
Walk down by the harbor,
Where packets of taxed tea are tossed in.

[Dr. Dread]

Of Copland, I like very little
Not the end, beginning nor middle
His stuff smells of horses
In small or large forces
And to Bach, he plays fifteenth fiddle

[Elgarian]

So we were all done, you were thinking?
Once there and then gone, while you're blinking?
You see, we're still here,
We're just having a beer,
So hi Dave, and what are you drinking?

[Dr. Dread]

A gin and tonic, I'm drinking
Or would, if my tests weren't so stinking
But they've gone in my rear
And I'll say with a tear
For booze, my menu is shrinking

[karlhenning]

When Dave writes a poem, king or no king,
It's clear that he's hell-bent on joking.
Thus here comes Elgarian,
His nostrils a-flarian,
Wondering just what Dave's been toking.

[Elgarian]

These ripostes have led me to think
That you might prefer, as a drink,
A single malt whisky;
But if you're feeling frisky,
A nod is as good as a wink.