I stand before the solitude Of life with nothing in it And look into the deepest well Run dry over the season And as I look I think and dwell Of anything beyond it Horizons yet to spark a light Or freeze the nightmare of it I sound a warning to the sky […]
Month: August 2019
Limerick VI
Deb entered the track race the favourite by farBut she fell behind and by halfway was lastThen she let out a fartWhich gave her a startAnd she won by well over a yard NB: see https://sensualism.me/2019/08/11/the-limerick/ by way of explanation
Happy
I sat up in bedWith a cold in my headAnd stinging in fingers and toes I’d been asleep for a weekFeeling sick – couldn’t speakAnd constantly blowing my nose My breath was a bit offAnd I had a bad coughAnd I struggled to shower and eat I’d been at a loss – I could not […]
Limerick V
The teetotaler downed a few beers He’d swill and he’d scull and he’d cheer I walked over, bemused And, oh so confused Said; Reverend, what are you doing here? NB: see https://sensualism.me/2019/08/11/the-limerick/ by way of explanation
Limerick IV
A boy and a girl sat on the bench by the waterOne said to the other I oughttaLet you know how I feelYou look like a sealThe retort came; you must be the whale that caught her
Limerick III
There was an old man from DulwareyHis wife thought him to be very hairyShe went to give him a kissBut said; I’ll give it a missThat hair on your face makes you look bloody scary
The Limerick
Before I start writing too many limericks for your enjoyment and pleasure, I pen a little footnote here by way of a post to advise of their background and meaning. The limerick is said to have derived initially from the City or County of Limerick in Ireland. They are five lines in length, rhyme and […]
Limerick II
One day I saw kangaroosHopping and jumping at youI punched one in the gutsAnd then in the nutsAnd that ended a stoush and a blue
Limerick I
I once knew a young man named Stuartwho remembered a moment to rue ithe loved money so muchthat in one ruddy blushhe bet it all on a horse and he blew it
Whenever a sparrow flies into a swan
If anyone ever can be what they weren’t and cry for another with reciprocal yearning Then one and the other make two now and ever and bloom in the spring-time a flower that’s better With her and him in a garden of colour they sprout from the soil like a father and mother […]
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