There was a young man named Moor
Who explained the limerick’s core.
Had I the time
I would finish this rhyme,
But alas I can write no more!
There Was A Young Man Named Moor
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Kick Off Your Shoes
Kick off your shoes
For a stranger is a friend not yet made.
Be not staid
Dear maid
But lose
Yourself in booze
And forget
Regret.
Let us draw the curtain
For tomorrow
Is uncertain
Your skin is silky smooth
But how the clock’s hands move
Towards the morrow,
Which the forecasters say
Will be a dismal day.
Waiting Room
Knowledge they seek
Though none dare speak.
They hide behind magazines
And play out scenes in their head,
Doubt gnaws
Away and words go unread,
“But he said … And I know he wouldn’t lie
Don’t I?”
And behind closed doors
That which is concealed
Will be revealed.
Scattered
Trees by Strong winds battered.
Leaves descend
And lie
Scattered,
And I
Think on Friendships end
There Was A Young Man From Greece
There was a young man from Greece
Who bought a house on a lease.
His estate agent, named Claire
Said “I swear
That with this purchase your wealth will increase!”.
She Tired
She tired.
Once desired
Her idea
Inspired
Restless nights,
Delights
And fear.
But pleasures heights
Achieved
He grieved
For she
Who lay tired
And no more desired.
Dinosaur
When man sins
The world spins on
And will do so
Long after his joy and woe
Are gone
With the dinosaur
Who came before.
A Rich Young Lady Called Claire
A rich young lady called Claire
Said “I really do care
About the plight of the poor.
We should do far more”.
So she donated her faux fur coat!
Nurse
You are content
For the nurse
May prevent
The worst
For a while.
The smile
Of an unknown friend
Under the white sheet
Is passing sweet.
Yet in the end
The nurse
On swift feet
Can not stay the dread traverse
Of yonder hearse.
There Was A Young Man Named Max
There was a young man named Max
Who evaded much of his tax.
When the taxman came
He hid in shame,
And his accountant played on the sax!
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There was a young man named Max
Who evaded much of his tax.
When the taxman came
He hid in shame,
And his wife ran away with the tax!
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