On 19/04/2007, at 5:47 PM, Walt Wayman wrote:
> There was a young man from Nantucket...
Those who see verse as a gimmick
Will often deride the 'mere limerick'
While we of minds fitter
Know oh so much better.
The Irish is not just a simple trick.
In fact some would think it wise
For good cerebral exercise
To write one a day
In a wholesome way
Though vulgar comes as no surprise.
Today's crop, while supervising a Philosophy exam.
Socrates was a pain in the arse.
His wife, it would seem, was much worse.
His odour was shocking
For she did no washing
And the thinking while stinking got sparse.
Plato's manner of thought was a mystery,
His reality thin and quite whispery.
He'd say if he had to
'The world's just a shadow.'
Thank gawd we've consigned him to history!
Aristotle cared not for sensation
Preferring some quiet contemplation.
Every thing in it's place
And to all things a space -
He sounds like a bloody librarian!
And one for a great wit -
A charming young poet called Wilde
Was of manner excessively mild
But Queensberry's rules
Had everyone fooled
And saw him in jail and reviled.
Andrew Fildes
afildes@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
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