| First Limerick |
| Ode to Morning |
| Catal Hoyuk |
| Second Limerick |
| Ode to a Frog |
There seems to be more than one way
To flush, or at least get a spray
Sharon pushed and she pressed
And tried all the rest –
Then "splish-splash" she had found the bidet!
(With apologies to Irving Berlin)
Mehmet, he makes us get up in the morning
Mehmet, he makes us get out of bed
His telephonic devilry
A wake-up call for reveille
Ah well – at least we’re always well fed.
(inspired by Patricia)
Our ancestors were rather prolific
But I won’t get detailed for specific.
They gathered and they got,
Inhabited a nice spot –
O what bliss to live in times Neolithic!
There once was a professor named Dawvid
Who given a textual problem would solve it.
While on the bus
He’d lecture to us
And then have Patricia read Ovid.
While traveling abroad
With so much to see
We brought along a President
And his wife Jud-y
[don’t worry it gets better]
As part of a project
For a child so fair
They carried a totem
In effect, a souvenir.
An amphibious creature
(A wheel for their cog)
Wherever they went
They carried a frog.
They ran up the hills
And down to the shore
And did it again
But O please, no more!
It felt like a race
Or maybe a jog
But whatever they ran
So ran the frog.
They stopped to discharge
They stopped to have lunch
And once in a while
They stopped for a munch.
At one stop – confusion -
No parrot, but dog,
With a duck for company
(Well, at least for the frog)
On to Aphrodisias
And Priene so fair
A reptile in the temple
(did they leave him there?)
O sorry Miletus!
Now just a bog
It would make a good home
At least for their frog.
They saw many ruins
Of Roman design
But don’t try and sell me
On a ruler benign.
Building takes servants
The better to flog.
When cracking the whip –
Begin with the frog!
Konya, fair Konya
Mevlana galore
But Judy found one thing
Not to adore.
Coal burning chimneys
Spouting out snog.
She couldn’t breathe –
(neither could the frog)
Finally the Bible study
With our friendly professor
Eight a.m. classes
Can be such a mess – er….
…but there we all sat
like bumps on a log.
One question remains:
Where was that frog?!