Or was that Assisi, I'm thinking
I must cut down on the drinking
But not by so much
I might become butch
And that's no good for my thinking.
James Joyce was a fan of Francis
Even his amenuensis
But it's quite well known
That he was quite blown
And poured out streams of pure horsepiss.
So where do we now go from there
So where do we now go from there
Should we cover our shoulders with hair
Or sprinkle our shoes
With yesterday's news
Or boil a great codfish to share?
Whatever you like, said the Duchess
Whatever you like, said the duchess,
From her lofty and disdainful buttress.
You all are so common
"Whatever you like", said the duchess,
From her lofty and disdainful buttress.
"You all are so common
And I'm a woman.
You are all much of a muchness."
"Well I'm a bit special", I said,
"I've got pencil all round my lead",
spendius wrote:"Whatever you like", said the duchess,
From her lofty and disdainful buttress.
"You all are so common
And I'm a woman.
You are all much of a muchness."
"Well I'm a bit special", I said,
"I've got pencil all round my lead",
And a corn in my foot
So don't move, or I'll shoot
"Well I'm a bit special", I said,
"I've got pencil all round my lead,
And a corn in my foot
So don't move, or I'll shoot,
And you'll be a woman that's dead."
"But there's really no need for that.....(copy-paste-edit-get it right Mac.)
But there's really no need for that
Lose your head, remove your hat
But there's really no need for that
Lose your head, remove your hat.
You can keep on your toque-o
And go quietly loco,
And go to your shrink for a chat.
My shrink is a tiny bald man
My shrink is a tiny bald man,
The first time he saw me he ran
My shrink is a tiny bald man,
The first time he saw me he ran.
But I caught him all right
And spent half the night
Telling him of my mad plan.
'Tis a plan for lasting world peace
'Tis a plan for lasting world peace
Bomb Iraq, Iran and maybe Greece,
France and germany as well,
How dare they oppose, pray tell
Our role as the world police !
I can't begin to express my distress,
I can't begin to express my distress
At this sordid, sad, sickening mess.
Saddam was a beast
But in the Mideast
I can't begin to express my distress
At this sordid, sad, sickening mess.
Saddam was a beast
But in the Mideast
we've already done our best
Redeploy or cut-and-run
Redeploy or cut-and-run
The politics thread eschews fun
So cut and run there
Limericks don't care
Who's the loser or who has won.
A jolly faty lady from Goole
A jolly faty lady from Goole
was a politics wonk and no foole
to spendi's invite to blow
she said not no but hell no
(that was in no way cool)
One man's fun is another man's funk
One man's fun is another man's funk
A lim'rick's a test and you flunk
On method and tone
You're all on you own
If all you can do is this junk.
The stress and the rhymes have a plan
To jollificate with the scan,
The syllables count
And make the smiles mount
And blushes are cooled with a fan.
The petticoats flared at the dance
The petticoats flared at the dance
And starers were glared at askance
Testosterone bristling
(The sad one's cat-whistling)
The petticoats flared at the dance
And starers were glared at askance
Testosterone bristling
(The sad one's cat-whistling)
And Joe had a grip on his lance.
Now Joe's a big lad for his age
Now Joe's a big lad for his age
Still at Sigmund's oral stage
Gonna be just like his father
Now Joe's a big lad for his age
Still at Sigmund's oral stage
Gonna be just like his father
Fond of the lather
And showing off on some stage.
The next dance turned out a rhumba
