The good looking dish and the man.
Were standing in surf on the sand.
Her hand it did rest.
Upon this man's chest.
Their eyes meeting as best they can.
They were wed on the beach it is true.
With such a big party and crew.
Sweetheart from the soup
took Ron from the group.
Two became one as winds blew!
They're happy as newly weds are.
Making love out under a star.
They'll come back to earth
when she does give birth.
To a miracle childOh my, by far!
Written for Sweetheart's Loveland Limerick contest by Jimmy Anderson
There once was a love so true
a miracle shared only by two
forever she was mine
my sweet valentine
each moment a loving debut...
CEO Andrew Sykes took a social crash dive
he asked a clerk when her baby would arrive.
"I'm not pregnant!" she exclaimed
her face was red and inflamed.
'Tis a miracle he fled her presence alive.
Once there was a man called Uncle Miracle
This fellow's intellectual awakening is no miracle
though nothing is a miracle
though everything is miracle
bloody miracle is for believers! right Uncle?
Can't tell you no more 'bout all of this pain
Nor the voice that screams "he's no longer sane";
Can't sleep through the night
For the hard blinding light
And the music that refuses to wane.
There's something about the doctor I'm sure,
Promised salvation and a miracle cure.
Strapped me to the bed,
Sent a pulse through my head
That keeps saying one day I’ll be pure.
And then there’s the smell that drifts through this gloom,
Keep telling the staff someone died in this room.
It’s said with a grin
“He’ll rise up again
And we suspect it will be about noon”.
There’s needles at dawn, another at ten,
The bed spins one way and then ‘round again.
They point to my face
And say “what a disgrace”
As the brown spittle runs off of my chin.
They’ve even recorded some of my rants
And swear I’ve talked tongues in some of my chants.
Believe what you will
It was that last little pill,
And just now I finished peeing my pants.
But sometimes there’s a gap in this foggy ol’ mind,
I recall the days of a long ago time.
For one moment it’s clear
About who put me here;
It were those “sweet loving” children of mine!
Kelly collided with Ellie but neither was hurt
That was the miracle of the day said stupid Bart
Kelly was a truck
Ellie ran amuck
She was as drunk as a skunk and didn't wear a skirt
(C) rajat kanti chakrabarty
Benny had gambled away his last buck
Hungry and couldn't believe his ill luck
He fell down and prayed
His neighbour's bird strayed
For dinner, he had a dish of roast duck!
July 2, 2l017