Poems by Inchiki


Three Limericks

There once was a preciousest Ning
Who did ever the cleverest thing
She had a great spasm
While listening to Jazz FM
And invented a new type of swing

The flying bizarreness of Spam
Was under demand from a man
He wanted it cheap
And the sheep made no peep
So he minced them and fed them to Gran

The likeness of Boatemly Twot
Was captured for like it or not
When the brush tells a lie
Twixt the spark and the eye
'Tis the painter whose image is shot

27 Watt  2005