Tuesday, April 24, 2007
There is an Arctic fowl a shy white bird
A Ptarmigan, the P is spelled, not heard.
As in Psychology, C. Jung you know
The placement initial is just for show,
Like Knight, or ptake, a breathbegun word.

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Sunday, April 15, 2007
A man with a piano, and some friends in a truck
His wife he told her, how this'd save her a buck.
She coldly him watched, as they rounded the bend
And slowly, her piano, it tumbled, end over end.
When finally, she exploded, out ran his bed luck.

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Thursday, April 12, 2007
There once was a bonsai, Loretta Choi
Who loved water and sun, but hated all soy.
The guy who bought her, she eyed him askance.
I sure hope you know the Log Driver's dance!
For I love fast waltzes and all that, oh boy!

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Friday, March 30, 2007
There is a brave, bonny colleen, Paigerella
Whose name, like Bushmills, rolls off the tongue, tra la
When she threatened to quit reading her Bloo
Me. Blood. Abandon our host. Third most famous Jew,
A die-grrr-o-type went straight to my heart. Selah.

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Monday, March 26, 2007
There once was a guy who used Blamires
When he read James Joyce to dispel his fears.
Without his Harry, he couldn't make sense
Of Ulysses. It is so long and dense
He now prefers neat whiskey to all beers.

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Tuesday, March 13, 2007
There once was an expat-trieste, James Joyce
Who wrote prosetry; it suited his voice.
His stream of thought sense so replete, entangles
The reader, these artful words she bing-bangles
And now pulled Guinness is her drink of choice.

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Monday, March 05, 2007
I haven't visited my blog for quite awhile, but then my Muse for writing limericks was no more. My daughters had returned from their tour of Austria, the Canary Islands and Germany. However, I started to listen to a podcast of Jame Joyce's _Ulysses_ at www.jamesjoyce.altervista.org and was challenged to write a poem about _Ulysses_. I rewrote my Imperial Guy limerick to make it more rejoycean:

In Canada, there's an Imper real Guy
Born before metric came the measure by
In this new age, he's no metri-sexual
A Leo Bloom, moderate and textual.
Doesn't eat kidney though; that's sure no lie.

My goal now is to learn how to rhyme, get some rhythm and read through Joyce. This blog is my training ground. I have a new Muse, listening to Ulysses read out loud. Besides, Paigerella's voice is quite fetching, her comments intelligent and her enthusiasm infectious. I love when she's surprised by Joyce. Not that she's my only muse; there are others, as my more recent limericks show.
www.jamesjoyce.altervista.org

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Thursday, March 30, 2006
A man once said, "Go to my Alma Mater!
Son Saskatchewan is so much greater."
While the lad his application made out
The old grad his encouragement did shout
The poet kept his keep, a real tater.

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Sunday, March 26, 2006
A middle-aged guy with mid-winter blues
Once spoke to his friends, then read the bleak news.
A ferry sinks in cold Canadian waters
A cruise ship's on fire and that's just for starters
Now he's just thinking, I'll take a long snooze.

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A witty young man once came for a visit.
We served him his supper. He wondered what is it?
Coconut curry, chicken and rice
And stir fried veggies served up real nice.
After the meal, he smiled, your company's exquisite.

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There once was a friend on holiday
He went to Cuba, a land far away.
He smoked a Romeo y Julieta, a comedy.
Because he inhaled that became his tragedy.
Only Shakespeare on stage, he vowed from that day.

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Tuesday, March 21, 2006
In Canada, there was born an Imperial Guy
Before metric became the standard to measure by
In this new century, he's no metri-sexual
Though he's weighty, he's fine and textual
Just his hair is thinning and that's no lie.

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Monday, March 20, 2006
There once was a guy who went a courtin'
He met loads of women while riding his Norton
When they saw that Commando
They wondered "What else does that man know?"
Now they all want him, just for the sportin'.

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Sunday, March 19, 2006
There once was a couple of sisters
Who toured Wien so much they got blisters
Eating torte, drinking beer, taking pictures
They ignored their parents' strictures
Now all they yearn for is the arms of some Misters

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There once was a couple of Sis's
Who toured Austria, hoping for kisses
They thought the land beautiful
But found not one Herr suitable
So they came home, just Misses, not Mrs.

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A couple young ladies went to the beach
And coyly they wondered, each one to each,
Who are those nice men in very tight jeans?
On the set of those Brokeback mountain scenes?
Such love, they concluded we cannot reach.

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When two sisters went walking
Along the beach they were talking
They saw many a bare derriere there
Women without any of their swim wear
"My goodness,"they thought. "This is quite shocking!"

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There once were two sisters who loved ice cream
Three scoops each, not two was their highest dream.
So they went on a pilgrimage everyday
To the coldest of parlours made their way
And loved mocha chocolate it would seem.