There once was a man
from Cork, who got limericks
and #haiku confused
When he got home
To his wife (he wasn't alone)
She did not scold him
So he did not feel bad
He said: All this theory
Is way over my head.
There once was a man from Manchu
Who tried to write a haiku
But he
A decrepit old gasman named Peter
Went hunting about for the meter
Struck a leak with his light
He arose out of sight
And as anyone can see by reading this, he also destroyed the meter.
@dgar oh,sorry to hear this!
Read that out loud. See?
The hashtag adds extra syllables...
@dgar
There was a bardlet named "Dan"
Whose poetry would never scan
The problem, he said
Is all in my head
For I try to stick as many syllables onto the last line as I can.
There once was a man from Peru
whose limericks stopped on line two
@melivia @muddle @dgar One of the earliest of those was by WS Gilbert, who was having a go at Edward Lear for (nearly) always using the same word to rhyme his first and last lines:
There was an Old Man of St. Bees
Who was stung in the arm by a wasp.
When asked, “Does it hurt?”
He replied, “No, it doesn’t,
But I thought all the while ’twas a hornet”
@dgar
This one had both of us laughing right out loud. Thank you!