Limerick Folly
"The funny thing is," remarked Fred
Knowing it was all in his head
"The world that we see
Has no guarantee
Of lasting until we're all dead."
Kicking himself, he remembered a line
Whose metre was markedly different to mine
Now, Fred Smith (for such is his name)
Was hell-bent on personal fame
Just like Arabella,
Who slew Uri Geller
Now, she was one helluva dame!
Crossing himself, he remembered a night
Which ended in bliss and unearthly delight
Yet Smith never reached his renown:
Beneath his perpetual frown
One sensed a malaise
Or a somnolent daze
That bogged every enetrprise down
Cursing himself, he remembered a time
Before he had ever embarked on this rhyme
Contributors: | Beefy, Karen, Roland, P, loaf, Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 2nd August 2002. |