The ‘Word of the Day’ it is… ‘Bathing!’
‘Too long in the bath!’ they cry – somewhat scathing.
But if your bath is too short
They think you’ve washed naught
Just a flick behind ears – your flannel not drowning, just waving!
There is a man in Birmingham
His name is Stan and he loves jam
But his treasure is an old can of Spam!
The ‘Fruit of the Day’ is an ‘Orange!’
With which nothing is rhyming at all
So perhaps I’ll use ‘Apple’
For my fruit rhyme to grapple
And hope you don’t notice my gall
Once, many long years ago,
On a Tuesday, it started to snow;
The dinosaurs failed
Last breaths they exhaled
But, some say that that wasn’t so.
There was a young man from Milan
Who wrote a terse note to a man
He said, “Signore, tu menti!
Hai un IQ di venti!”
I guess he’s not my numero uno fan!
Where there is a Limerick
There is also a sigh or a groan
It’s best to leave a Limerick alone
But, if you ‘do’ read
Of that lady from Berwick-upon-Tweed
It will be hard to stifle a moan.
The last Limerick laughs longest – Discuss
A scientist once had a lab;
He took it for walks –
It was a Labrador.
I wondered lonely about a Limerick,
As a poet must often do;
I wrote the first,
And then one more –
My count was up to two.
A third appeared
and then a forth
My muse was overflowing;
But I’d written all the darn things wrong
So I won’t be them here showing!
To err is said to be human
As oft did people say
I don’t know about all these old words
I talk like it’s today – innit!
A haiku written in haste
Is often done in bad taste
Too many a word
Has often occurred
With more syllables than should be there placed.
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