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Limericks
There was a young man from Cwmbran
Who said 'Listen, friends, I've a plan -
I really can't stay, I 'm going away.
I'll move out as fast as I can'.
There was a young man of Newport
Who felt that his life was quite fraught.
And so for a prank, he robbed a large bank
And great news - he never was caught!
There was a young couple from Cardiff
They started each sentence with 'If ...'
So whatever they said filled the other with dread
And quite often would end in a tiff.
There was a young man from Aberystwyth
His style, it was quite min'malistic.
In his house was a chair, the rest was quite bare,
When his friends heard, they all went ballistic.
There was an old man from Aberystwyth
Who always was quite antagonistic.
If you said that's black coal, he'd say it's white sole,
His ideas were quite idealistic.
There was a young man from Cornwall
Who really was not quite normal
When he went to the loo, he always turned blue,
Whatever he said, he was formal.
There was a young man from Tregaron,
Whose garden was always quite barren,
He used fertiliser, which he sprayed in a visor,
It protected his eye and blepharon.
There was a young man from China
No person you'll meet could be finer
He stood to attention and also I'll mention
A smidgin of rouge and eyeliner.
There was an old man from London
He knew not his flies were undone.
A man they called Joe said 'you're flying low'
But fixing things was a conundrum.
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20220818
Song of Songs 2:3-6
20220729
Wet hands
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20211127
Davy Jones had too many bones
20210817
Prunestones
I loved a soldier.
I said, make me your bride.
But he went to war, and oh how I cried.
I loved a sailor.
I said, come marry me.
But he sailed away on the big blue sea.
He left me alone, to weep on the quay.
I loved a tailor.
I said, when shall we wed?
But he went to work with needle and thread
And left me alone, as though I were dead.
I loved a tinker.
They read our wedding banns.
But he walked away with kettles and pans
And left me alone, with old tins and cans.
I loved a rich man.
I said, we'll wed today.
But he got busy, filling barns with hay.
He left me alone, I'm wasting away.
And we married in haste.
But some how marriage was not to his taste.
He left me alone, to wane and to waste.
I loved a beggar.
I said, will you be mine?
But the beggar was caught, given a fine,
And left me alone, to moan and to pine.
I said, we'll wed today.
The thief said that marriage was A-okay
He saw all my goods - then took them away!
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20210701
Butterflies
My brother he was five
And I was coming up to seven,
So glad to be alive.
We all into the garden went,
The butterflies to free.
How we had longed for this event -
Mam, dad, the brothers three.
We'd watched the butterflies all grow
But now the time was nigh
To set them free, to let them go,
Release them to the sky.
We stood there in the garden bright,
So long ago those hours,
The jars were opened; they took flight,
They danced among the flowers.
How beautiful the butterflies,
God made their tiny wings.
He made them fair for he is wise,
All praise O king of kings!
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20210409
Humility
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On the dangers of dancing
Dance! Dance! Dance!
Like a tiger on the loose
Like a gawky gliding goose
Like a body on a noose.
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20210407
Psychology
Sigmund Freud
Would get annoyed
If your feet were on the couch -
He was always such a grouch!
Carl G Jung
Once took a bung
They gave him lots of money
So he'd say something funny.
Abe Maslow
Was not too slow
To put the blame on others
Especially his brothers.
Carl Rogers
Loved the Dodgers
He'd often go watch them play
But not if they played away.
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20210329
Miztli
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Days
How I long for, O how I dream,
Of days that are now past
Days that now are gone forever
Days that did not last.
All I see now, yes, all I feel,
These days go by so fast
Days that float away forever
Days that will not last.
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