Sunday 4 November 2018

Limerick (November)

There was a young man called November who invented unrhyming limericks. The trick, he said, with some élan, is keeping to the metre and rhythm. It’s a sham that says November goes inventing unrhyming limericks. Perverse license! Poetic plonk to unsettle settled poor old petals! What sort of child is named November to invent unrhyming limericks, then? The year’s far spent, patience short, for such mindless elysian goings-on and on. There is a late month known as November shaped like an unrhyming limerick. Its time is short, it days are average, or astounding, an anthropomorphic timepiece going on, then not.
 
Limerick (November)
 
There was a young man called November
Who invented unrhyming limericks.
The trick, he said,
With some élan,
Is keeping to the metre and rhythm.
 
It’s a sham that says November
Goes inventing unrhyming limericks.
Perverse license!
Poetic plonk
To unsettle settled poor old petals!
 
What sort of child is named November
To invent unrhyming limericks, then?
The year’s far spent,
Patience short,
For such mindless elysian goings-on and on.
 
There is a late month known as November
Shaped like an unrhyming limerick.
It’s time is short,
It days are average
Or astounding, an anthropomorphic timepiece going on, then not.

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