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

What is trash today, may be art
In a future so far and apart
From our way of life today here and now
That it is a great wonder exactly how
And what, to the rubish, to cart.

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Chai - I know that! Just coulda sworn they said gay, but hey.

Dear Mal,

No personal criticism intended, just finding material for a rimickular retort!

Cheers,

Chai

Mmm... remicular torte

Has it come to an end
the artistic trend
And discussions relating to gender
(re that Turner`esque potting pretender)
No more views to defend?

"Mmmmmmm Remicular torte......."

I have given much thought
To remicular torte,
And conclude, sad to say, in despair,
Such a cake would be full of hot air,
At least, more than it ought.

But remicular tart
Now that is an art
Of cooking that's truly celestial
Compared to the horrid and bestial
Limerick farrago

Do you think one has sinned
With a Limerick wind?
Do you really find Limericks detestable?
The Limerick cake's more digestible
Than beans that are tinned.

When eating the fruit
Of the bean it is true
That one may have some anal emissions
Unless it's that person's decision
To chose not to *poot*

A year to the day,
Well, plus three but hey,
It is sad that the rimickle
Did diminish, for the lyrical
Would much prefer that it did stay!

- Jordan

In reading rimickle
I found myself quizzical
And paled at the o'er long third line;
So realised, by fourth, that mere rhyme
Is alone unsuccessful.

- Jordan

All I see
Is my TV
And it's glow warms me up late at night
So I sit here and bask in its light
Life in 2D

The joy of this thread
Is that things that were dead
Can suddenly come back to life
(As I sit here ignoring my wife.)
Enough said!

All portents of doom
Are lost in the gloom
Compared with this prospect inimical
Of that Nosferatu, the Rimickle
Astir in his tomb

Before we take fright
Let's turn on the light
And see who's disturbing his slumber
It's just Jordan doing the rhumba
Oh well, that's all right

A joy and a curse
In such simple verse!
The revenge of the terrible rimicle
This poetic form so inimicable
Could nary be worse

I opened a can
Of worms on each man
So foolish as to somehow forget
To feed their great, ungainly pet
For such a great span

- Jordan

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Darnit, I just made up the same rhyme! :@ And I misspelled rimickle!

It's like my brain reads something and feels compelled to copy it. Unless of course it's a spelling. Really, I'm a born plaguiarist.

Is that play-guitarist?

(Inimical too, I'm afraid)

Too true
A few
Of these words have been placed incorrect
And their spelling does show some neglect
On you

Don't let a spelling
Deter you from telling
Your thoughts and opinions in rhyme
Nit-picking is never sublime
And rarely compelling

Can you
Un-do
The errors that one makes in life?
That one can't may lead to endless strife
Boo-hoo