Showing posts with label humour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humour. Show all posts

Friday, 7 August 2026

Nightengale Blues

 He said he was expert in making a nest
But look at the place! It's such a mess! 
Got eggs on the way, I need some rest

     I've got the Nightingale Bluuuuuuues


Rock-a-bye three babies in our treetop
They show me their tonsils whenever I stop
So I'm hunting for worms until I drop

    I've got the Nightingale Bluuuuuuues


Tried to teach the kids to sing real sweet
But our son says “Coo coo” instead of “Tweet tweet”
What the neighbours are saying I won't repeat

    I've got the Nightingale Bluuuuuuuues


I'm not a nurse I'm a nightingale 
And my name's not Florence, but I'll never quail
So that's my life, I've sung you my tale

    I've got the Nightingale Bluuuuuuuues

Sunday, 2 August 2015

Limericks

The previous post was an extract from my book, Pappa Gander: the Less Better Half of Mother Goose, pictured to the right. That's basically a collection of my less serious attempts at rhyming, parody, and the retelling of well known fairy tales. There are other nursery rhyme parodies as well -- though mostly short ones -- but below, I'll paste a collection of limericks. Those of you who follow me on Facebook, may recognise some of them.


Barbarians and Samarians

Barb, a barbarian from Barbaria
And her man, lived in a wire barbed area
Sign said, 'Trespassers beware
Though I shoot first, I be fair.
If mistaken, I'll have my wife, Barb, bury ya.'

Samson and son, Sam, in Samaria
Lived in separate houses in the same area
Sign said, 'Trespassers beware.
But if you're feminine and fair,
I'll not shoot, but I'll have my son, Sam, marry ya.'

Reinventing the Wheel

when willie reinvented the wheel
we all laughed and called him a schlmiel
then it so happened
that he took out a patten
now it's his licence fees that make us reel

the first draft of a limerick:
a seemingly educated limericist named curdy
writes limericks too over exceedingly wordy
in spite of how much he tries
to sound educated and wise
one moreover wonders as to how one fringes so on the edges of absurdity

the final draft:
poet named curdy
was too wordy
being wise,
downsized
now sounds nerdy



Thursday, 8 October 2009

More Poetry

My 7th grade English teacher told me there's a difference between poems and rhymes. She assessed the few lines I showed her as the latter. I suppose today's offering also classifies as the same:

I've finally finished a long one that I began about six years ago. It's a parody of Mother Goose. If you enjoy the occasional silly but amusing rhyme, you may enjoy the adventures of jack horner and jill moffet