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When Poetry Smiles
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An Hour of Poetry
, 15.05.2014


Limericks
What is a limerick, Mother? It's a form of verse, answered Brother, In which lines one and two Rhyme with five when it's through And three and four rhyme with each other.

The limerick's callous and crude, Its morals distressingly lewd; It's not worth the reading By persons of breeding -- It's designed for us vulgar and rude.

The limerick packs Into space that is But the good So seldom are And the clean ones

laughs anatomical quite economical. ones I've seen clean -- so seldom are comical.


There was a young girl of Madras Who had a magnificent ass; Not round and pink, As you probably think -- It was grey, had long ears, and ate grass.

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Edward Lear

There was an Old Man with a nose, Who said, if you choose to suppose That my nose is too long, You are certainly wrong! That remarkable Man with a nose. . , : , !


There was an Old Man Who said, It is just Two Owls and a Hen, Four Larks and a Wren Have all built their

with a beard, what I feared! ­ nests in my beard!

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There was an Old Who rushed down When they said, He replied, 'No, That mendacious

Person from Gretna, the crater of Etna; 'Is it hot?' it's not!' Old Person of Gretna.

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There was an old poet named Lear, Who wrote limericks year after year Neither funny nor crude Neither witty nor lewd Was this stupid old poet named Lear!

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Epigrams
What is an Epigram? A dwarfish whole; Its body brevity, and wit its soul.

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Nature, and Nature's Laws lay hid in Night. God said, Let Newton be! And All was Light. (Alexander Pope)



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It could not last; the Devil shouting «Ho! Let Einstein be!» restored the status quo. (Sir John Squire)

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When I am dead, I hope it may be said «His sins were scarlet, But his books were read».

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(Hilaire Belloc)

I'm tired of Love: I'm still more tired of Rhyme. But Money gives me pleasure all the time.

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Epitaphs
Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she's at rest ­ and so am I.

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(John Dryden)

Stranger, approach this spot with gravity: John Brown is filling his last cavity.

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(Tombstone of a dentist)


Here lies the body of All her life she lived Until death added the And put an end to her

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Edith Bone. alone, final s loneliness.

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Life is a jest, and all things show it; I thought so once, but now I know it. (John Gay)

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Here lies an Atheist All dressed up And no place to go.



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Jacques PrÈvert

La CÕne



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Voltaire

L'autre jour au fond Un serpent piqua Jean Que croyez-vous qu'il Ce fut le serpent qui

d'un vallon, FrÈron. arriva ? creva.

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ThÈophile de Viau
(1590­1626)

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dis que Georges est paresseux; discours est peu vÈritable; il est toujours parmi ceux sont des premiers Þ la table.



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SORROWS OF WERTHER

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Werther had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter.

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So he And Till And sigh'd and his passion he blew his no more was pin'd boil'd silly by it and ogled, and bubbled, brains out, troubled.





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Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And for all the wealth of Indies Would do nothing for to hurt her.

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More Limericks

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There was a young Who smiled as she They returned With the lady And the smile on

lady of rode on from the inside, the face

Niger a tiger; ride of the tiger.


Archimedes, the well-known truth seeker, Jumping out of his bath, cried Eureka! He ran half a mile Wearing only a smile And became the very first streaker.


There was a Young Lady of Russia, Who screamed so that no one could hush her; Her screams were extreme, No one heard such a scream, As was screamed by that lady of Russia.

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A right-handed fellow named Wright, In writing «write», always wrote «rite» Where he meant to write right. If he'd written «write» right Wright would not have wrought rot writing «rite».

A fly and a flea in Were imprisoned, so Said the fly, «Let us fly!» So they flew through (Ogden Nash)

a flue what could they do? «Let us flee!» said the flea. a flaw in the flue.

Tis a favorite project of mine A new value to pi to assign I would fix it at three For its simpler, you see, Than 3 point 1 4 1 5 9.