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Four limericks

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Four limericks

1.

I once took a trip to an isle

who’s native young girls had no style

they would walk to the zoo

dressed in rags and one shoe

(for the other was lost back one mile)

2.

On the side of a lake called Gadib

is an orphan still stuck in his crib

all surrounded by muck

and quite terribly stuck

without water or clothing or bib!

3.

when  you closely inspect through my room

you will see it’s in need of vaccuumme

all my sheets are a mess

(mom expects nothing less)

and to clean it is surely my doom!

4.

As I study alone for a test

I do find that it seems to be best

if I stand on a tree

with my leg to my knee

and the yoga takes care of the rest!

 

Copyright 2013 Golden Star Poetry

 

 

Sonnet #8 revision, and a silly limerick poem!

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Today I was very perturbed when I realized that my sonnet was not a real sonnet because it did not  have a couplet at the end!!!!!!

Therefore I have decided to finish it properly, like any good Samaritan would:

Sonnet #8 REVISED

I run into a land that speaks of youth

that stirs with fire rage and gypsy band

and when at last at home I tell the truth

I feel a stranger but on my own land.

The flock of birds won’t stop to listen in

as I recount the days events alone

I find a loss of words as I begin

explaining all the joy of gypsy tone.

The lute is calling forth my destiny

The lyre is drifting in my spirit sleep

The tambourine has lulabied my infancy

And quieted my babe’s young urge to weep.

It seems as if I have grown up none so

from childish self that never lets me go.

 

 

and on that note, here is today’s poem: It is a silly poem made out of four limericks, and is not intended to make any sense!

Dead, Dying, Deceased and gone off- or how I spent My summer in Jamaca

now the quotient of dumb versus blind

Is the same as “no child left behind”

All my teachers are dead

Or they’re gone to be wed

at the fanciest church they could find

 

And the sum of bengal and a bog

Is as bad as a Londoner’s fog

the pedestrians died

from a bi fractured side

when the driver was being a hog

 

And so now we have multiple ends

of these  teacher-pedestrian’s friends

who have gone to the grave

and who haven’t been saved

or I think-I don’t mean to offend.

 

One last word just before I shall go

(for those people who don’t really know)

I am writing this thing

at the top of a swing

And I’m thinking of things I can throw!

Copyright 2013 Golden Star Poetry