Perpetual Limerick (:3=

Chirac doesn't like the anglais
That's a lie, je n'en peux mais
He loves the big blokes,
the Brits, the Scots and the folks,
he just wants them to stay in their place.

A curious thing is the Euro

A curious thing is the Euro
I've got a few here in my bureau

McTag, I have enjoyed my encounter with this forum thus far.....and hope to have many more....

translation? Well, all my life I have felt a little out of balance with what is accepted and normal......so I have learned to "ask" rather than "assume."

The limerick is one of my favorite forms of poetry either in light heartedness, or more serious aspects of life....which I have recently learned is not a true limerick because this form is supposed to be light hearted and almost beat with rhythm.

although I have written a good share of poetry, I continue to learn everyday.

Thanks for taking the time.....and yes...I agree.....this string is inspiring. (I know, you did not actually use those words..but....)

me agapi kai filia

I'll ask my friend Clary, who is wise and knows stuff...does a Limerick need to be lighthearted?
They usually are, of course.
Come to that, should a haiku always be serious?

A curious thing is the Euro
I've got a few here in my bureau
A one euro piece
From Espana - good grief
Looks just like Robert DeNero

perfect. but no next starting line.

so:

Now a dollar is a dollar it's said

No starting line? blimey, thanks Joe.


Now a dollar is a dollar it's said
In the bank or kept under the bed

Now a dollar is a dollar it's said
In the bank or kept under the bed
They say the dollar's shrinking
but you know what I am thinking
I am thinking that it's made up in their heads.

A sailor on leave in Toulouse

A sailor on leave in Toulouse
Was inspired by a nautical muse

A sailor on leave in Toulouse
Was inspired by a nautical muse
To return to his ship
And enjoy a quick dip
With a mermaid? He couldn't refuse.


One night lying under the stars

One night lying under the stars,
after last call in the bars.

One night lying under the stars,
after last call in the bars.
I touched the rising moon
then fell back in a swoon
between Venus, Mercury and Mars.

The Milky Way swirled over our heads

The Milky Way swirled over our heads
As we lay fast asleep in our beds

The Milky Way swirled over our heads
As we lay fast asleep in our beds
How many stars there?
I'm too drunk, I don't care

The Milky Way swirled over our heads
As we lay fast asleep in our beds
How many stars there?
I'm too drunk, I don't care
I've the ones most caring maids

But what will happen when I'll leave?

But what will happen when I leave?
Will they sing or be happy or grieve?
Of course, I'll never know
I'm the one on the go

But what will happen when I leave?
Will they sing or be happy or grieve?
Of course, I'll never know
I'm the one on the go
To what do, you'll never believe!

I'm going into the wide world also
shall we keep each other company, Beau?

I'm going into the wide world also
Shall we keep each other comapny, Beau?
Why not? You speak French!
That will give you an inch-
or a mile in the case of some nymphos.


(*Not me though - just a little joke- I couldn't resist Francis- no offense, okay?)


Some say that the heart's like a wheel...

Preen.

I think limericks have to amuse; the form requires it, and the rhythm supports it. Haiku should apparently be serious, nature-based, have all sorts of restrictions.

But we here make them whatever we like and nobody seems to mind.

I think you asked for a translation of some strange and probably transAtlantic slang from our old-fashioned but spot-on friend back there. Did he/she ever give it?

Some say that the heart's like a wheel -
Not medical people, I feel.
It's more like a pump

Some say that the heart's like a wheel -
Not medical people, I feel.
It's more like a pump
And it goes with a thump-
Tha-dumpa tha-dumpa tha-dump

That's how my heart goes- does yours?