
I seem to be surrounded by GLOOM. Gloom is everywhere, global gloom, then there is autumnal gloom and something called SAD which comes with Christmas. So, I say, lighten up a bit, take precautionary measures to counteract gloom. I recommend any activity, provided it is done badly, strive for incompetence and above all read nonsense verse thus:
There was an old person whose habits
Induced him to feed upon rabbits;
When he'd eaten eighten,
He turned amazingly green,
And thus he relinquished those habits.
For copyright reasons the above has been cribbed from A book of nonsense (Everyman's Library) Walter V
2 comments:
I've tried to find a Limerick
And add it as a comment
Now I've searched both high and low
And off to work I have to go
And so I'll leave it for today
And wait and see what you may say.
VL
I can reply, alas in prose. The muse of poetry goes by my nose.
This means I cannot smell a rhyme,
and must ignore your gorgeous line.
Annonimouse.
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