h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

If life is a joke
Then why should a bloke
Take umbrage and find it unfunny?
Accept it -- sometimes you have money,
More often you're broke

Ok then I'll try
To make this form fly
However strange and unnatural it may sound
With these sentence lengths the wrong way round
So help me I'll cry

The fallen leaves,
From arbor eaves,
Are the dropped hankies of a weeping world
And so to the compost the leaves are hurled,
My mind believes.

Well how about this
Metal Chicken and Chris
Delighted to welcome you here
This form has a future, it's clear
A site not to miss

Whatever your mood
Reflective or rude
Rimickles can convey the essential
From thoughts with life-changing potential
To pranks in the nude

Weatherman calls
A snowflake falls
Onto the roof of the old wooden shed
The shed where the paint is peeling off red
Now frozen walls

Night sky is clear,
My telescope's near,
There's moon, stars and planets to look at,
As long as I wear stout boots and a warm hat,
Then cider for cheer

A seedling grows
But never knows
How it will live through the coming season,
Or if it will be killed for no reason
By sudden snows.

The ripened fig,
On outstretched twig,
Shines as a tasty food source for an ant,
Or wasp for to lay eggs where others can't;
They are too big.

There was a young chap
Who got in a flap
When anyone asked him a favour
And on his girl's birthday he gave her
Some new bubble wrap

By sudden sound
The peace was drouned:
The vase my grandmother had given me,
Full of roses I had arranged gently,
Fell to the ground.

It has to be said
That lying in bed
Is not the worst way to spend Tuesday
So if it's your singing-the-blues day
Then go right ahead

The scent of balm,
A potted palm,
And all the trappings for a trip to the beach.
Just as we arrived, so to a storm did reach
And broke the calm.

Said Boney one day
To Maréchal Ney
"Ney" he said, "Ney my old pal"
Said Ney "I am not a cheval"
And galloped away

I made a plan one day
To try church on Sunday
But left while the bell was still ringing
The sheet said the choir would be singing
And anthem by Mundy

While baking pie
Tensions ran high
We faught over how much filling inside
We argued over pecans 'till she cried
No more shoo-fly!

When Captain Othello
Went to the bordello
And said "Bring me your bill of fare"
They sent him in William whose hair
Was shiny and yellow

There's a chap in some college
Compiling antholog-
ies of vapid verses like these
So here is a piece to increase
His sum total of knowledge

My dear Izod
You have a wad
In your trousers when shook,
And when whipped out it looks
Like a tripod.

I would do the thing,
But have to get to swing,
Rhimes don't grow on trees
This looks like demise!

Just a little gecko
Where's the place to go?
I can run up on the walls
And look down on your floors.

Who got me into this
I hardly can speak english!
Geckos chatter something else:
This poetry is just a mess!

They used to call me; Hey, just you:
Trouble maker what are you:
Thank you for the inspiration
Get me out from conspiration.

Gecko [ still my signature even so.]

A rimickle must
Be five lines long, just
Like this, two long ones in the middle
We've got to make sense of this riddle
And solve it or bust

Music, Wittgenstein
And crosswords are fine
To save the brain cells from decay
With half an hour's Scrabble a day
I exercise mine

We got from Him lot of hell
Commonly called: Weatherman
No one knows it why is so:
Just be ready shine or snow.
Happy Easter that's a WoW..//..
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5 lines are up you see now. Greetings anyway from Gecko

Interrupted in the middle of my creativity: I keep my Easter Egg NOW.