there was a young man who
sent e-mails
The
incomplete collected limericks of Richard C. Long
Did Shakespeare Use Microsoft Word?
Did
Shakespeare use Microsoft Word?,
They say that a quill he preferred,
But it's certainly clear,
That he word-processed Lear,
And he grammar-checked Richard III.
©2002. FIRST PUBLISHED IN POETIC HOURS ISSUE 18, SPRING 2002
Said
Delilah: 'It just isn't fair,
That the blame for his death I should share,
I did fall for Samson,
I found him quite handsome,
I just don't like men with long hair.'
©2002. FIRST PUBLISHED IN POETIC HOURS ISSUE 18, SPRING 2002
There
was an old man, Nostradamus,
Who foresaw some things that might harm us,
These coming predictions,
Are hopefully fictions,
And nothing that ought to alarm us.
©2002. FIRST PUBLISHED IN POETIC HOURS ISSUE 18, SPRING 2002
Confessions of a Teenage Psychiatrist.
A young
man said: 'This may sound funny,
But I was a psychiatrist, honey,
In my youth I once toyed,
With the ideas of Freud,
I was Jung and I needed the money.'
©2002. FIRST PUBLISHED IN POETIC HOURS ISSUE 18, SPRING 2002
The Book Inside Me.
A young
man said: 'I must confide,
That I have a great book inside,
For a work by Jane Austen,
Is currently lost in,
My lower intestine.' He died.
©2002. FIRST PUBLISHED IN POETIC HOURS ISSUE 18, SPRING 2002
There
was a young teacher confessed,
That she might, just the once, have caressed,
Or perhaps made a pass,
At a lad in her class;
She gave marks out of ten to the rest.
©2002. FIRST
PUBLISHED IN METRO 22 FEBRUARY
2002
REPRINTED IN POETIC HOURS ISSUE 18,
SPRING 2002
Said God
(who was feeling quite bored);
'It's nice to be simply adored,
But I find it quite weird,
That by some I am feared,
And by others completely ignored.'
©2002. FIRST PUBLISHED IN POETIC HOURS ISSUE 18, SPRING 2002
The Unbearable Lightness of Royalties.
If
there's one thing which I regret most,
Then it's publishing just for the boast,
These poems you see,
Are written for free,
There's never a cheque in the post.
©2002. FIRST PUBLISHED IN POETIC HOURS ISSUE 18, SPRING 2002
An Elderly Person from Ealing.
An
elderly person from Ealing,
Went in search of a doctor for healing,
To the doctor he said;
'I'll be fine when I'm dead,
It's the dying I don't find appealing.'
©2003. FIRST PUBLISHED IN POETIC HOURS ISSUE 20, SPRING 2003
There is a Young Man in Mid-Wales.
There is
a young man in mid-Wales,
Whose romantic technique never fails,
All the girls he has kissed with,
Throughout Aberystwyth,
And more than a few of the males.
©2003. FIRST PUBLISHED IN POETIC HOURS ISSUE 20, SPRING 2003
Everything I Know About Science.
There
was an old person named
Whose head someone chose to drop fruit on,
Galileo first proved,
That the Earth really moved,
Archimedes went out with no suit on.
©2003. FIRST PUBLISHED IN POETIC HOURS ISSUE 20, SPRING 2003
There Once Was a Group Named Oasis.
There
once was a group named Oasis,
Whose eyebrows did meet on their faces,
When asked why this was,
They replied; 'It's because,
We come from Neanderthal races.'
©2003. FIRST PUBLISHED IN POETIC HOURS ISSUE 20, SPRING 2003
Voltaire on the Existence of God.
'The God
in receipt of our prayer',
Said a man by the name of Voltaire,
'Would surely be missed,
If he did not exist,
We should have to invent him, so there!'
©2003. FIRST PUBLISHED IN POETIC HOURS ISSUE 20, SPRING 2003
Said
Alfred the Great; 'All it takes,
Is one or two minor mistakes,
To eclipse all your fame,
So forever your name,
Is remembered for burning the cakes.'
©2003. FIRST PUBLISHED IN POETIC HOURS ISSUE 20, SPRING 2003
Verse Written Upon the Victoria Line.
'The
next station will be Tottenham Hale',
The announcer announced without fail,
'Stand clear of the doors',
She announced without pause,
'Please change here for overground rail.'
©2003. FIRST PUBLISHED IN POETIC HOURS ISSUE 20, SPRING 2003
There Was an Old Man from
There
was an old man from
Whose limericks always went wrong,
They stopped at line three.
('Tis a
pity', said he,
But at least they don't go on too
long.')
©2003. FIRST PUBLISHED IN POETIC HOURS ISSUE 20, SPRING 2003
Isambard Kingdom Brunel,
Said; 'This morning I think that I shall,
Construct a large boat -
The largest afloat -
And some bridges, and tunnels, as well.'
©2004. FIRST PUBLISHED IN THE BLACK ROSE ISSUE 21, AUGUST 2004
There
was a young man said; 'I say!,
They're meddling with my DNA,
I shouldn't start moaning,
'Cause thanks to their cloning,
I'm now a new man every day.'
©2004. FIRST PUBLISHED IN THE BLACK ROSE ISSUE 21, AUGUST 2004
There Was an Old Man from St Ives.
There
was an old man from St Ives,
Who had more than 28 wives,
You might think this awful,
And frankly unlawful,
But each had the time of their lives.
©2004. FIRST PUBLISHED IN THE BLACK ROSE ISSUE 21, AUGUST 2004
Said Icarus; 'I'll never stop,
Never cease in my quest for the top',
But his usage of wax,
Proved frightfully lax;
High-fliers have further to drop.
©2004. FIRST PUBLISHED IN THE BLACK ROSE ISSUE 21, AUGUST 2004
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LIMERICKS REPRODUCED ON THESE WEB PAGES HAVE ALL BEEN PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED IN
VARIOUS UK POETRY JOURNALS AND PUBLICATIONS. THEY ARE REPRODUCED HERE SOLELY IN
ACCORDANCE WITH THE TERMS OF NATIONAL AND INTERNATIONAL COPYRIGHT LAWS. I,
RICHARD LONG, ASSERT MY MORAL AND LEGAL RIGHT TO BE IDENTIFIED AS THE AUTHOR OF
THESE VERSES IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE UNITED KINGDOM COPYRIGHT, DESIGNS AND
PATENTS ACT 1988. THE REPRODUCTION OF THESE VERSES ON THESE WEB PAGES DOES NOT
IN ANY WAY INDICATE THAT THESE VERSES ARE NOW IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN. NONE OF
THESE LIMERICKS MAY BE REPRODUCED IN ANY FORM, ELECTRONIC OR OTHERWISE, WITHOUT
THE EXPLICIT PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR, AND WITHOUT THE CLEAR IDENTIFICATION OF
THE NAME OF THE AUTHOR.
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