She'll Boot Her Commuter-Taken for a Hairy Ride-Tongue Twisters II
Computing commuters hirsute
bawdy brutes though in collar and suit,
who as train hoots toot-toot
spy true beauty who’s mute,
on the fly give glad eye dissolute.
But each guy who sighs tries in pursuit,
who would lie, by and by, eye acute,
may through pride overshoot
by a wide margin moot
when he’d take for a ride maid astute.
Though some smiles superficial seem cute,
minds too sly should be given the boot,
be it beauty or loot,
or the two should it suit,
the solution seems 'ready, aim, shoot! '
Though this limerick sounds convolute
underground rails its humour to boot:
as a duty uproot
both at work and en route,
trample root underfoot and then scoot!
(Jonathan Robin limerick written 4 July 2006 and 16 July 2007
Parody Carolyn WELLS Tongue Twisters – A Tutor)
Tongue Twisters - A Tutor
A tutor who tooted the flute
Tried to tutor two tooters to toot.
Said the two to the tutor,
“Is it harder to toot, or
To tutor two tooters to toot? ”
(Carolyn WELLS 1869_1942)
Can Crime Pay?
When comptroller would syphon a dollar,
one may hear loud and clear victims holler!
Red-faced and red handed
the bait is soon landed, -
can crime pay in our heyday white collar?
There’s hot water, not flight, facts discovered,
Where the spotlight’s bright glare acts uncovered,
guilt is tried, bail denied,
for a wide span inside, -
but its rash to think all cash recovered.
(Jonathan Robin limerick written July 4 2006)
Tongue Twisters I - A Canner
A canner exceedingly canny
One morning remarked to his granny,
‘A canner can can
Anything that he can,
But a canner can’t can a can, can he? ’
(Carolyn WELLS 1869_1942)
Tongue Twisters I – Uncanny Reply
Her granny, a Canada dancer,
In answer said, “fancy to chance a
can-can grand finale
with dandy kali from Bali,
handy fanny expansive – you can, sir! ”
(Jonathan Robin limerick written July 4 2006/Parody Caroyn WELLS Tongue Twisters – A Canner)
Tongue Twisters III – ICANNy Reply
Danny, spammer ensconced on his fanny,
upgraded downloading Net Nanny, -
as damned scam the man planned
phishing fish, cash in hand,
and a land line - LAN managed tyranny.
Wifey Annie, on WiFi, uncanny,
schemed to trace where his face raced web-cammy, -
both continue to surf
under eye of Vint Cerf
and his Internet dream team ICANNy.
(Jonathan Robin limerick written July 4 2006)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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