#lear
There once was a man on the moon
Who'd wake in the moon's afternoon:
While wearing his moon socks
And scratching his moon rocks,
He'd lunch with a runcible spoon.
Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 7:07 AM UTC
There was an Old Man
Of Japan
Whose limericks would never
Ever
Scan.
Oct 12, 2024
Oct 12, 2024 at 9:06 AM UTC
There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who said, "It is just as I feared!—
Two tweakers, a rat, and a Jellicle cat
Have all built their nests in my beard."
There was an Old Man of Connecticut,
Who possessed an innate sense of etiquette;
He'd lay down the fork to the left of the spork,
That mannerly man of Connecticut.
There was an Old Man from Earth's center,
Who left it and couldn't reënter;
He crawled out a hole like a man who's a mole,
And lost his way back to the center.
There was an Old Person of Skye,
Who spent his days wondering, "Why?"
When they asked, "What's the word?" he replied, "Haven't heard,"
That discouraged Old Person of Skye.
There was an Old Man of Seattle,
Who had an attraction to cattle;
Considering bovine anatomy _so_ fine,
He prodded the cows of Seattle.
There once was from Thessaloniki
A man who was geeky and greeky;
An avid fanatic of things democratic,
He voted in Thessaloniki.
There was an Old Person of Perth,
Who buried his gold in the Earth
And then plum forgot whereat was the spot,
That forgetful Old Person of Perth.
There was a Young Man of the South,
Who mouthwashed with whiskey his mouth;
He spoke with a drawl, saying yes'm and y'all,
That drawling Young Man of the South.
There was a Young Person of Boston,
Who wandered around and got lost in
The Chinatown section with a raging ********
That poked out an eyeball in Boston.
There was an Old Person named Lear,
Who surely was scroobious and queer;
He sat rather fat, and Old Foss was his cat,
And he couldn't abide ginger beer.
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 5:00 PM UTC
There was a Young Lady who tweezed
The hair from her nose as she sneezed;
She then plucked her eyebrows from lowbrows to highbrows,
That plucky Young Lady who tweezed.
There was an Old Person of Cairo,
Whose conquests were carved into hiero-
glyphics on stones where a pharaoh's wrapped bones
Are preserved in a chamber in Cairo.
There was an Old Man of Kampala,
Who prayed in the morning to Allah,
And in the bright light of the day, and at night,
That observant Old Man of Kampala.
There was an Old Man of Burundi,
Who prayed to the Salvator Mundi
Who met him upstairs and who answered his prayers
And who sainted that Man of Burundi.
There was a Young Person of Turkey,
Whose motives were muddy and murky;
He lived in the dark in the shade of a park,
That shadowy Person of Turkey.
There was an Old Man of Manilla,
Whose favoritest bean was vanilla;
He added the bean to all his cuisine,
That gastric Old Man of Manilla.
There was an Old Man of Beijing,
Who'd study all day the I Ching;
He balanced his qi with white rice and green tea,
That mystical Man of Beijing.
There was an Old Lady of Donegal,
A sister named Mary McGonegal;
She ruled with a ruler every pre-to-high-schooler,
That punishing Lady of Donegal.
There was a New Baby, whose nose
Was loving the smell of a rose
When it noticed the riper brown smell of a diaper,
Which offended that New Baby's nose.
There was an Old Man of Hong Kong,
Whose nose had a luminous ****
It lighted his way by night and by day,
That lucky Old Man of Hong Kong.
Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 10:39 PM UTC
There was an Old Person of Crete,
Who walked on his hands, not his feet;
When they asked why it was, he responded, "Because,"
That taciturn Person of Crete.
There was an Old Person of Finland,
Whose cabin was upland and inland;
He lived in a region where the fish spoke Norwegian,
That flapperous Person of Finland.
There was an Old Man of Geneva,
Who had an encounter with Shiva;
They patty-cake played in a hornet-loud glade,
Shiva and the Man of Geneva.
There was a Young Lady of Paris,
Whom ****** couldn't embarrass;
She wandered the city with ***** and *****
Exposed to the city of Paris.
There was an Old Husband of Arles,
Whose wife had a passion for quarrels;
All day and all night she'd invite him to fight,
That exhausted Old Husband of Arles.
There was an Old Man of Kyoto,
Who mastered supremely the koto;
His tea was the greenest, his dragon the meanest,
His playing the best in Kyoto.
There was an Old Man of Algiers,
Who listened with elephant ears
To streams and to trees and to birds and to bees
That delighted the Man of Algiers.
There was a Young Lady of Arles,
Who married a ****** named Charles;
When they asked, "Does it fit?" she replied, "Not a bit!"
That unsatisfied Lady of Arles.
There was an Old Man with a beard,
Whose ****** expressions were weird;
He'd grimace when glad and he'd twinkle when sad,
That curious Old Man with a beard.
There was an Old Man
Of Japan,
Whose limericks would never
Ever
Scan, that instupendious Old Man of Japan.
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 9:57 AM UTC
by the light of the m👀n
in the blue @fterⁿ°°ⁿ/
həy ****** dibble,
a cat p!ays a fiddle,
a li'l d○g nam'd Skiffle
laffs like fracking a maniac,
& a cøw jnmps
👁ver a runcible ****
Jul 27, 2024
Jul 27, 2024 at 4:22 PM UTC
How, or when, or what is not the Akond of SWAT?
Does he pick his nose with his fingers and toes?
When he smells a rose does he slime the rose with SNOT,
The Akond of Swat?
When he texts a text does he always press SEND?
When he chats online does he chat with a friend or a BOT,
The Akond of Swat?
Does he breakdance, jitterbug, krump, or twerk?
Will he dance a jigg? or jive? or jerk? or GAVOTTE,
The Akond of Swat?
When he eats a banana, does he eat the peel?
Has he eaten an eclectic electric eel or a BRAT,
The Akond of Swat?
Some one, or nobody, knows I wot
When or how or what is not
The Akond of Swat!
May 3, 2024
May 3, 2024 at 6:43 PM UTC
There was an Old Man of Japan
Whose lim er icks never would scan;
When they said, "What the fu?" he replied, "They're haiku!"
That Irish Old Man of Japan.
Jul 24, 2024
Jul 24, 2024 at 5:40 AM UTC
Twinkle twinkle is the twisted little philosophy of the past.
Stars are burning some where burning, and what you see is a funeral.
Today we learn even the little step bring progress.
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 7:04 AM UTC
O noble muse, where perched thou singing?
And in what ear, upon what summer's day?
When our bard begot this, his least good play?
Your graces to some other were bringing,
To prose and verse with beauty adorned;
For, on sitting down to read this once again,
I see well why this one is scarce performed:
For to read it causes me less joy than pain.
My worthy bard, it is as I did fear:
Of all your plays of ******** and kings equal,
There have been none as good or fine as Lear!
What madness prompted you to try a sequel?
An orchard of fine works you have begotten,
But of your tragic fruit this one is rotten.
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 1:00 PM UTC
Their is a woman sitting by a tree
watching one buzzy bee;
She starred until it flew from flower to flower
(hhm. how long the wings flap per-hour?),
Pretty bee dont sting me
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
The feather stirs,
She lives!
Howl, she does not,
If she did her breath would mist the stone.
My poor fool,
Hang'd.
Look on her,
Her lips,
Look on her lips.
How pathetic a mirror and a feather
and an old king seem now.
She was Christ-like,
Angelic,
Look on her lips.
The Fool,
Hang'd.
Do you see this?
No breath mists the stone,
No feather stirs,
Look on her,
Look there, look there.
You men have hearts of stone.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 5:51 PM UTC