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

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Sorry it was not told
to be 5 lines short!


If you reverse NOW = WON---That's for me = your lizardous Gecko. he-he-he = lizard chatter ( giggeling in musical notes about cutting me short. ) [ NOW I'll go back to my lizard eggs to see if they going to hatch???]

Music reborn
Guitar, drum, horn
I purchased the album Day I Forgot
I listeded to it and liked it a lot
New from Pete Yorn

There once was a man
Whose horse 'also ran'
Whenever he'd pick one and back it
Till he said "If this is a racket
Then I'm not a fan"

Men play horses
And golf courses
Tend to forget their spouses wants and needs
And that is why so often that they lead
To devorces.

My pal Anto, who was for one day known as Researcher 219914, but he promptly forgot both his password and his logon name, has sent me this selection, with permission to publish and be damned (alas he has assumed an unorthodox spelling for Rimickle ):

Dear Ands,
An offering.
Ants
_________________________

REMICULAE
This intricate form
So far from the norm
Could simply become an obsession
Thus being a cause for confession,
And marital storm.

This species of verse
Both pithy and terse
Is curiously titled, “A Remickle,”
Which rhymes, amongst others, with chemical.
It could have been worse!

LIMERICAE
There was a young man, an Americkle,
Whose genius was deep and eclectickle.
He filled many tomes
With elaborate pomes,
But never quite managed a remickle.

I fear I’ll become quite hysterical
If I have to persist with the remickle.
It’s high time I dropped
This distraction and stopped
Before my condition turns medical.

REMICULAE
The traditional mode
Of the Limerick owed
Its form to a poet nonsensical.
While dear Mr. Lear wrote no remickle,
He published a load.

It’s fitting that we
Should always feel free
To invent a new form, like the remickle.
But it poses a problem so technical,
My brain’s on a spree.

LIMERICAE
The wretch who invented the remickle
Should be burnt at the stake as heretical.
My brain is on fire
With ideas so dire……
Has the form got a future? I’m skeptical.

This devious verse called the remickle
Is poisonous, almost arsenical.
It inhabits the brain
You resist it in vain.
Oh bugger, just join the conventicle.

REMICULAE
I risk losing face
And falling from grace
By writing these odious remickles.
You may say “What a load of old testicles!”
I rest my case.

For the very last time
I’ll inscribe a short rhyme
In a format that’s almost identical
To the preceding efforts at remickle.
Here’s an end to my crime.

But Anto has erred
In having averred
That limericks started with Lear
The Limerick Poets I fear
Would challenge his word

It now appears clear
An Entry draws near
Concerining the Limerick's origin
It seems I must undertake foragin'
Pre-Edward Lear

More from Anto:

Dear Ands,
Another jemlet,
Ants
__________________________________________________________

An irate old Scot
Said "Poetry's rot,
And the worst of the lot is the remickle.
Many a muckle's made of suchamickle,
But far better not!"

I'm delighted,
Won't be righted,
Because I have published a paper on
My work on the rimicle's origin;
Copyrighted.

Just looked at your site
But couldn't see right
The way to the entry you mentioned
I'm sure it was fairly intentioned
But where is the cite?

The Limerick's origin:
Primary foragin'
http://www.limerick.com/limericks/limericks.html
It's cheap but a start, bloody hell
Thanks google, keep on truckin'

(All right, it's late and I'm pisht.)

I'd like to assist re
The rimickle's history
A1018568
A click on this link takes you straight
To solving the mystery

Rimicle report,
It may comfort,
That I wrote it by hand and submitted it
To my English Prof. whom aquited it
My face contorts.

REMICULUM

The job of a poet
As far as I know it
Is to make a lot more out of less
Or complexity simply express,
And try not to blow it.

(from Ants)

Dear Ands,

Now look what you've started. And this one ain't going to go away as easily as the impulse to learn Lehrer's Song of the Elements, dammit.

Here's more,
Ants

__________________________________________________________

LIMERICUM
So it isn’t a “rem”, but a “rim”ickle
Vexatious maybe, not inimical.
So now if there’s time
I must find some new rhyme,
That’s suitably silly - nonsensical?

REMICULUM
A very fierce bee
Came buzzing at me.
So showing surprising agility
In view of its threatening hostility
I hid up a tree.

A lubricious she
Suggested that we
Might engage in exchange of fertility.
The result of our mutual mobility?
We two became three!

(More from Ants)

THE TOUPEE
Consider the slug –
Not something you’d hug –
We dislike him because he’s so slimey.
There’s nowhere the slug cannot climb, he
Climbed over my rug.

PROCRASTINATION
My conscience is pricking –
It gives me a licking -
And still I sit writing this rimicule.
I feel the full weight of your ridicule,
And hear the clock ticking

ADDICTION
It certainly looks
Like this form has got hooks
And they’re set deeply into my brain.
My resistance is summoned in vain.
I’m going to fill books . . .

A fellow from Bray
Whose hair first went grey
And then fell out, decided to rig
Himself out in a fiery red wig:
The Devil Toupee

Dear Recumbentman,
At last I have found my way through the labyrinth to your poetic door, upon whose sill I lay these humble offerings. Excuse the fact that it took me a while to recognise that the new form is a "rimickle'" not a "remickle".

RIMICULA

An irate old Scot
Said, “Poetry’s rot
And the worst of the lot is the rimickle.
Many a muckle is made of suchamickle.
But far better not!”


THE TOUPEE

Consider the slug –
Not something you’d hug –
We dislike him because he’s so slimey.
There’s nowhere the slug cannot climb, he
Climbed over my rug.


PROCRASTINATION

My conscience is pricking –
It gives me a licking -
And still I sit writing this rimicule.
I feel the full weight of your ridicule,
And hear the clock ticking


ADDICTION

It certainly looks
Like this form has got hooks
And they’re set deeply into my brain.
My resistance is summoned in vain.
I’m going to fill books…………..

LIFE'S A GAS

If there's one thing I hate
It's when something I ate
Explodes like a bomb in my belly.
The result's antisocial and smelly
and deemed "impolate."

Dear Recumbentman,

What a mess my last entry was. None of that appeared here in the text. Nor had I observed that you had already posted most of my recent output. Sincere apologies. Somehow I must get my nickname to be that of my choice, which is Chaiwallah.

In the meantime, how do I remove that messy entry from the conversation page?

A PROPOS

I get in a rage
When I mess up a page
And it looks like an elephant's nates
Thanks largely to Mr. Bill Gates.
It must be my age!

Yr. friend,

Chaiwallah

This is not a reply to this posting. I am adressing this note to Recumbentman:

Just I'd like to get to the thread
where everything went bad.

A fresh new start with the Resurrection as I celebrated in a local church on Easter Saturday.( I am not religous, but I go to churches for various reasons: music, architecture, paintings, sculpture etc.)

I promised to tell about this event: CANTATA IN THE SHADOW OF THE CROSS. It was great musical presentation considering that it was not professional performance. Newly written music by a young musician who heard the CARMINA BURANA ( Carl Orff), just a little taste of it.
There were musical instruments: piano, flute, small organ and a complex of drums. The choir about 8 men and more women. In a church in America they always dress up in fancy gowns which gives some spectacular view. The presentation lasted a little over an hour, everybody got the libretto. I definetly enjoyed it.
I am not a musician, just tremendous lover of classical music which also includes classical jazz, and a lot of other good stuff.

Since this is for Recumbantman I add to it: As my usual wondering on the Internet I looked up your bicycle with the history etc. Also took a "trip" to Dublin might as well, with Euro prices etc. Looked some pictures of that city. I make travels like this often, until I get to "virtual" reality. Gecko

ANNOUNCING A NEW FORM, DERIVING FROM THE RIMICKLE.....
WELCOME THE "CLERICKLE"

For those who would attempt the Clerickle, let us define it straight away as the bastard offspring ill-begotten by the Clerihew upon the Rimickle. It therefore must contain a name as the chief rhyme-word or phrase of the first line. Thereafter it proceeds as a rimickle. General note, as in the Rimickle, the crucial construction elements in its child, the Clerickle, is the rhyme scheme A,A,B,B,A, and the rhythmic structure of two short lines with two strong beats, followed by two long lines with three strong beats, and a final line with two strong beats. The precise number of syllables, as in a Limerick, may vary, but the rhythm is usually triple: _--,_--.

Herewith two brand spanking new Clerickles:

TONY BLAIR

To dislike Tony Blair
Is common, not rare
On account of his megalomania.
My grief I can hardly contain. He a-
Rouses despair.

CHAIWALLAH

Anthony OBrien
When young gave no sign
Of the character of his maturity
Which was formed by artistic obscurity
And poetic decline.