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Post 161

chaiwallah

Maurice Ravel
Was inclined to dwell
On the booty-full charms of his dancers.
When Bolero took off the old chancer's
Bits started to swell.


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Post 162

Recumbentman

Luca Marenzio
Disliked silenzio
And wrote madrigals by the sheaf
You must be a Taliban chief
If that offends you


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Post 163

chaiwallah


Fleeing the lowland
Of England, John Dowland
Departed for shores that were distant.
Yet his Lachrimae followed, persistant
From Penzance to Poland.


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Post 164

chaiwallah


Bishop Berkeley
Muttered darkly
That matter is merely ideal,
But yet remains seemingly real.
Obvious? Starkly.


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Post 165

Mr. Christopher, enjoying the Magicians Guild game where he is called Polonius Franc, Elder Healer and local merchant

Elizabeth the first
Waved "goodbye" to the hearse
As it took away her newly dead boyfriend.
With her, the dynasty would end;
A Tudor Curse?


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Post 166

Recumbentman

René Descartes
Cared not a fart
For geometry non-algebraic;
Co-ordinates, though formulaic
Were close to his heart


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Post 167

chaiwallah


Arthur Schopenhauer
In his "ivory tower"
Found life was a struggle uphill.
The question of nature and will
Made him gloomy and dour.*

*So paranoid, in fact, that he slept with a gun beside his bed.


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Post 168

Recumbentman

I'm plunged into doubt
And worry about
Poor Arthur and his metal teddy
Did the gun that he kept at the ready
Point inwards or out?


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Post 169

chaiwallah


Schopenhauer's dad
(No thought for the lad )
Jumped in a canal, thereby drowning,
Which might explain poor Arthur's frowning
And feeling so sad.


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Post 170

Recumbentman

That would be a fright
And certainly might
Have led to the gloomy conclusion
Benevolence is a delusion
(And he may be right)


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Post 171

Mr. Christopher, enjoying the Magicians Guild game where he is called Polonius Franc, Elder Healer and local merchant

A benevolent king
Said, "There's just one thing
That really annoys the heck out o' me,
And it comes from those of lesser anatomy
Who quest for my ring."


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Post 172

Recumbentman

Correction and apology to Ferruccio Busoni, unfairly accused in F120626?thread=265158&skip=157&show=1 (or "in reply to this post" button)

Busoni would do no
Such thing -- it was Gounod
Who added his Ave Maria
To Bach's Prelude for the Klavier
As of course you know


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Post 173

chaiwallah


Some folks like to tipple.
For some, not a ripple
Of pleasure derives from such tippling.
In my case, I do not like Kipling
And so I don't Kipple.


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Post 174

Recumbentman

Well if you hate dribbling don't dribble
If you dislike scribbling don't scribble
If you can't take calmly
The rest of your family
And hate all your siblings, don't Sybil!


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Post 175

chaiwallah


????????Yikes? A Limerick? Here, in the Convent of the blessed Order or St.Rimickle? What CAN they be thinking of? smiley - huhsmiley - biggrin


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Post 176

Recumbentman

Aaaaghsmiley - steam
Bleaaghsmiley - wah
Wrong threadsmiley - grr
Strikes headsmiley - huh
Naah


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Post 177

chaiwallah


Sir Isaac Newton
Though kinda cute on
Principia, prisms, and gravity
Indulged in Alchemic depravity,
(A different suit on!)


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Post 178

Recumbentman

Oscar F Wilde
Was constantly smiled
On, by those who enjoyed his polemics
And also by gruff academics
His wit had beguiled


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Post 179

chaiwallah


When poor Oscar Wilde
Was finally trialled
For secret liaisons with men,
The admirers all turned on him then.
No doubt he was riled.


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Post 180

Mr. Christopher, enjoying the Magicians Guild game where he is called Polonius Franc, Elder Healer and local merchant

It is an odd call
For O. Wilde's fall,
For if he had now we would not have
The poem that, all hearts, does grab;
From Reading Gaul.


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