THE WINTER SOLSTICE LIMERICK

December 21, 2016
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When tilted away from the sun Up north we have lots of fun We dance in the dark And lark in the park Until, exhausted, we’re done

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A BOULDER LIMERICK

August 12, 2014
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There once was a very fine boulder. No one in the meadow was bolder. He gathered flowers for several hours. His true love? Over he bowled her.

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THE STRAWBERRY STEW LIMERICK

April 21, 2014

There once was a man from Kazoo who fell into a strawberry stew. He said, ‘This is no joke-a’ while the band played a polka and the man kicked the stew all askew.

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THE TRAMPOLINE RAFT LIMERICK

August 3, 2013

Those logs there are bouncy. Isn’t that daft? It’s called then, of course, the Trampoline Raft. Its owners aren’t bouncing. They’re swimming, not pouncing. Who are they? Why, twins! Listen! They laughed!

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MED OF THE EAST LIMERICK

June 1, 2013

Oh, see the mysterious Med of the East. Can she really be some sort of beast? She has a green beard. That’s a little bit weird. The rumors about her have never deceased.

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THE AMZO LIMERICK

May 3, 2013

When Amzo was the Queen of Clover her daughter to a Dragon she had to hand over A rescue, it seems, was found only in dreams and a sliver of hope in a magical rover

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THE SWUMPOGGLER LIMERICK

March 26, 2013

In the Swump of Greedge beyond Long Thin Lake live a pair of swumpogglers always awake. Of beaks each has two. They use them, it’s true, to sing 4-part harmony pretty as cake.

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THE BILLOW SPLASH LIMERICK

March 17, 2013

What a handsome wizard is Billow Splash with pale blue eyes so long of lash. Maidens galore fall on the floor whenever he offers to take out the trash.

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WEEDTHISTLE LIMERICK

February 3, 2013
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Weedthistle flits there and about. She tends to the honey. Of that there’s no doubt. Magnificent things are her bright yellow wings. Whenever she flaps ’em – oh dazzle, sing out!

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THE WITCHLET SISTERS LIMERICK

January 17, 2013

The witchlet sisters are lost in snow. Where did they come from? Where will they go? I can tell where they’ll dwell. In the windwhirl’s land where the chack trees grow.

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