There was a man from the Isle of Wight
Who thought one day “A poem, I’ll write!”
But, he used the same rhyme
Time after time… after time, after time… after time!
And so his poem – it just didn’t sound right!
The ‘Word of the Day’ is ‘Mosaic’
On which I shall be quite prosaic
Piece by piece, bit by bit
All together the picture shall fit
In a process that is largely formulaic.
The ‘Alternative Word of the Day’ is ‘Calorific’
As a value it is rather specific
Every morsel I eat
And every necessary treat
Add up to a total horrific.
At the risk of appearing somewhat rude
Here, I’d just like to say the word ‘Verisimilitude’
Of, course, not in context
For I would become vexed
As that would to my ignorance allude.
A Limerick walked into a bar
He was toting his busking guitar
He asked for a ‘C’
Was punched subsequently
He was well on the path to becoming a star.
A writer in need of a spark
Sat alone in the nude in the dark
His muse didn’t call
It did no good at all
And eventually he was banned from the park.