Doctor Farmer
was a charmer
whenever he wore
the pantry door.

Boyd Pearson
likes his meerschaum
twice a day
and packed with hay.

Scott Connors
hates prima donnas
who think that Sadastor
ought to be preserved in plastor.

Gavin Smith
likes to sniff
at philistine vegans
and lasses like Megan.

Donald Sidney-Fryer
certainly wasn?t a liar
whenever he said
he was going to bed.

Dennis Siluk
couldn?t spy duck
on the bill of fare,
so he ordered hare.

Simon Whitechapel
ate a green apple,
but when he felt sick,
he swallowed a brick.

Alycia
could teach ya
a thing or two
about the gnu.

Phillip A. Ellis
observed that the trellis
wasn?t a mammal
nor any other sort of mammal.

18 August 2004

You made me smile Phillip. Thank you.

Okay this is a bit choppy but here it is:

Phillip A Ellis
is the swellest
and only vole
I have the pleasure to know.

Gavin likes to sniff me? Why was I not informed of this? I do smell pleasant however, so I wouldn't blame him! Lol! I smell like mangoes ^_^

"I once knew a man from Nantucket."
"Yeah?"
"Let's just say the stories about him were GREATLY exxagerated."

Meep!

My ears were burning, so I thought I had better get on the Eldritch Dark forum and make sure that folks were being encouraged to purchase their copies of The Hashish Eater and other poems, audio cd (14.00 plus 2.00 domestic postage) as performed by Donald Sidney-Fryer. I have only sold 15 copies so far. Overseas postage runs about 5 dollars.

Gavin Smith
3408 Pleasant Run Road
Irving, Texas 75062-3255

I've yet to pay for my copy, Gavin, but I want it... I WANT IT!!

Sorry for shouting...:)

Megan, he sniffs at you, not sniffs you... silly.

Phillip

P.S.: Now to feel the wrath of Boyd...:)

H. P. Lovecraft
thought it daft
or certainly odd
to worship God.

When writers lined up on the Phorum,
They nearly comprised a full quorum,
Not bad versifiers
they sing from the quires
(though with no regard for decorum).

DRF

Ensconced in his ivory tower,
Doc Farmer employed all his power
to scribble with wit
a reply that was fit
and smelt not of grapes that were sour.

There once was an electronic message board
Where Smithonians would, in small hordes,
Gather and revel
In the making of dishevelled
Limericks which would offend even Julia Moore!


*Ahem*

Lychgate
adds to this spate
of bad verse,
but he could have done worse.

The effort by Lychgate reminds of several classics:

There was a young man from Japan,
whose limericks never would scan,
when asked to tell why,
he said in reply,
because I always try to get as many syllables in the last line as i possibly can!

or--

Tway fellow from China
whose sense of rhythym was finer,
at a loss for a rhyme
he would end the last line
quite suddenly...

and finally --

If we poets still write to the phorum
the site will soon lack space to store 'em,
So we hope this will stop'
It's gone over the top,
any more and we'll begin to bore 'em.

The effort by Lychgate reminds of several classics:

There was a young man from Japan,
whose limericks never would scan,
when asked to tell why,
he said in reply,
because I always try to get as many syllables in the last line as i possibly can!

or--

Tway fellow from China
whose sense of rhythym was finer,
at a loss for a rhyme
he would end the last line
quite suddenly...

and finally --

If we poets still write to the phorum
the site will soon lack space to store 'em,
So we hope this will stop'
It's gone over the top,
any more and we'll begin to bore 'em.

You say, my friend, if we write poems
we'll lack the space to store 'em;
I'll run the risk of losing space
because I rarely bore 'em.