By popular demand from as many as three or four people, I’m setting out to recreate one of the most AABBA threads ever seen in these pages. Thought to be irretrievably lost, the astonishing detective work of one DavidinBerkeley can be thanked for this Lazarean return. Newer members may not recognise the names and in-jokes, for which I apologise. I’m sorry they’re not older.
I kicked the thread off with:
Our CAT is a fan of Ben-Hur To suggest otherwise is a slur When she hears that old Rózsa She loses compózsa And can't help but dribble and purr
Thor's knowledge of music's intensive and his recall of old threads extensive. He likes a small lager Does our Mr Haga Or he would if it weren't so expensive
The forum is better for Ford "though he seems to be easily bored But he doesn't get vexed; he simply says "NEXT" Which is why he's so widely adored
What can one say about Zippy? That he's left field, and offbeat, and trippy? That some of his threads leave us scratching our heads? I hope Roomie's got a good grippy....
The first response was from our wonderful CAT (Cindy)...
An extraordinary chap is our Chris Sends me music across the abyss All the scores I have gotten Have spoiled me quite rotten There's a Tall Guy to thank for all this
I would be shamefully remiss If I failed to mention dear Kris At first quite a mystery But all of that's history And now I have POWDER and BLISS
Dogbelle speaks out 'cross the din To think he's not wise is a sin He's cheerful and kind A new dog bowl he'll find It's a happier world 'cause of him
Yeah, Tall Guy. So glad you started this return thread and brought back memories of our wonderful CAT. I don’t have any new limericks. I will write one eventually, but I did have few older ones left on my computer. Now it is time to get DaveB, dtw, Jackfu and others back to this new thread.
It is hard to write a limerick. Its meters are hard and slick. Five lines are a must or the poem is a bust. And subjects? Well take your pick.
Odes to Old Limericks
This thread had such happy remarks with only a few nasty barks. Let’s not let it die. We then know we’d cry. We can’t let it fade to the dark.
We could compose and celebrate. To be positive were our main traits. So do add a poem not just to please Joan because here we All felt like Mates.