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I really sould pack for the trip Yet I sit here and post like a dip The laundry's not done And it just won't be fun If I don't get bit of a grip
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I've told you I don't like haiku, For its writing enfolds me in blue; But a lim'rick is nice To have written down thice: And this lim'rick's presented to you:
There once was a man from Berlin, He used to get drunk in the inn, Every day till midnight, Lest he’d sense there was light, And he never thought it was a sin.
Man! That German was almost insane, Every night he was drunk to the vein! “Please, just help him, alright? Oh, just please!” – every night, Every night – said the barman in vain.
May he live and be sober once more He’d be able to walk – not on four, Else we’d feel he’s gone “Rest in peace”, and we’d mourn, (‘End this lim’rick, or you’ll be so sore!’)
May his soul be forever serene! And in this way our conscience be clean, Till we help him, “but how?” “End his misery, now!” So why won’t we be, just once, mean?
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Jon Howard is such a big goof, He never pretends he's aloof. He sticks his nose in and yells, "Hey, let's begin to frolic and wisecrack and spoof!"
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I'm depresséd, and that you can see, For depression just took over me; Yet I must credit you, For you cared for me too - Though I reckon it's just arbitr'y.
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I read this somewhere, but it's worth repeating.
First off, it seems that I'm cursed; I'm a poet who gets time reversed. Reversed gets time Who poet a I'm Cursed I'm that seems it off, first.
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The order of the words is a little wrong. Here's the revision:
First off, it seems that I’m cursed; I’m a poet whose time gets reversed. Reversed gets time Whose poet a I’m Cursed I’m that seems it off, rst.
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To Jon - I know what it's like to be there. Depressed and with no one to care. So I give you some hugs- they're much sweeter than drugs 'cause I don't want you to despair.
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Thank you, Treason, yet I got lashes, From what's going on in The Ashes; If Australia's to win, Then to victory begin AU's march, so the English team crashes.
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But the Ashes was England's to gain On account of bad light and much rain, So I curse in a hiss, As the urn gets a kiss From the captain - Australia was slain.
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