"(PS: This guy/gal makes me feel the need for some poetry. Methinks we need a weekend Poetry Blast Tom.) "
What Would Elvis Do?
Listen. If it’s not too much trouble I don’t care if you employed the Hubble There is no chance in hell or space Or for that matter in time’s embrace To get out of this congested mess Unless you follow what I suggest For Elvis’s sake let’s just agree to disagree Before Lisa Marie charges us his copyright fee
Forsooth, the first acts were starter Who knew? Our play was a 3 parter. Our tale hath been tragedy But now against a backdrop of comedy Doth enter our Joker A merry fellow of morphometrics (at MIT he took Mathmatics!) His morphing hath been tame Turning fish into crow. To great acclaim! But yonder evil Ithaca doth proceed Stern faced to the Joker’s deed
Lest he Joker beist sent far away He thought and thought for a whole day Gadsooks! He shrieked I have it! Yonder Pileated Fowl, if you permit I willest morph you into fairest maiden (he hoped his spells not make dragon!)
The Fowl doth peck and grieve But alas his head be spared from cleave So rather than damsel in distress Fowl determined to make best of this mess “Morphometrics me you lazy fool! Do your worst with your crazy tool”
Even the evil Ithaca realm With Doctors at it’s helm Could not pull this rabbit out of a hat Even with a million ducats and all that But our magician Joker hath other methods
So the pot he doth scrub and scrub Darest he not this magic flub "Double Double toil and troubles Add a Pileated as the caldren bubbles Eye of newt and scale of dragon” (Boy this tale hath become a wobbly wagon)
“Now you’ll see my genius!" But alas, the results were not so heterogenous. Out came Ivory Bill looking all frumpish I wonder if Science will still publish?
Thank You Thank You Thank You Ditty Writer (I keep reading it as "Dirty Writer", but that works too)and Shakespear. Methinks is brimming with good cheer.
Keep 'em commin!
XX Methinks I
PS: I'll try..
My poetry is so freakin lame
CLO could use it for a wooden model - the very same
Not, bad Methinks. (smiley face turned on side with lots of winks) Your style is a Slam It’s worth a damn Pronounce raw and blue Like young people do With their thumb and little finger out And the hand shaking all about Slammed down hard with attitude With a slight lean of latitude It’s a winner It won’t buy you dinner And you won’t make hearthrob So keep your day job
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Another nice joke.
Bird Stuff
"(PS: This guy/gal makes me feel the need for some poetry. Methinks we need a weekend Poetry Blast Tom.) "
What Would Elvis Do?
Listen. If it’s not too much trouble
I don’t care if you employed the Hubble
There is no chance in hell or space
Or for that matter in time’s embrace
To get out of this congested mess
Unless you follow what I suggest
For Elvis’s sake let’s just agree to disagree
Before Lisa Marie charges us his copyright fee
Forsooth, the first acts were starter
Who knew? Our play was a 3 parter.
Our tale hath been tragedy
But now against a backdrop of comedy
Doth enter our Joker
A merry fellow of morphometrics
(at MIT he took Mathmatics!)
His morphing hath been tame
Turning fish into crow. To great acclaim!
But yonder evil Ithaca doth proceed
Stern faced to the Joker’s deed
Lest he Joker beist sent far away
He thought and thought for a whole day
Gadsooks! He shrieked I have it!
Yonder Pileated Fowl, if you permit
I willest morph you into fairest maiden
(he hoped his spells not make dragon!)
The Fowl doth peck and grieve
But alas his head be spared from cleave
So rather than damsel in distress
Fowl determined to make best of this mess
“Morphometrics me you lazy fool!
Do your worst with your crazy tool”
Even the evil Ithaca realm
With Doctors at it’s helm
Could not pull this rabbit out of a hat
Even with a million ducats and all that
But our magician Joker hath other methods
So the pot he doth scrub and scrub
Darest he not this magic flub
"Double Double toil and troubles
Add a Pileated as the caldren bubbles
Eye of newt and scale of dragon”
(Boy this tale hath become a wobbly wagon)
“Now you’ll see my genius!"
But alas,
the results were not so heterogenous.
Out came Ivory Bill looking all frumpish
I wonder if Science will still publish?
…doth our tale continueth?…
Thank You Thank You Thank You Ditty Writer (I keep reading it as "Dirty Writer", but that works too)and Shakespear. Methinks is brimming with good cheer.
Keep 'em commin!
XX Methinks I
PS: I'll try..
My poetry is so freakin lame
CLO could use it for a wooden model - the very same
That haunts the august Journal
By any other name
Than Science, but then again, they are to blame.
Not, bad Methinks.
(smiley face turned on side with lots of winks)
Your style is a Slam
It’s worth a damn
Pronounce raw and blue
Like young people do
With their thumb and little finger out
And the hand shaking all about
Slammed down hard with attitude
With a slight lean of latitude
It’s a winner
It won’t buy you dinner
And you won’t make hearthrob
So keep your day job
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