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

When a chimpanzee sits
To groom and pick nits
Its mate may well relish the time.
Who says to pick nits ain't sublime?
Wear the hat if it fits.

Late at night
When spellings take flight
I continue this inverted limerick
With mistakes, which our pedants can pick
To their great delight

- Jordan (an INIMITABLE PLAGIARIST )

Sincere imitatiors
Are ego-inflaters
Called plagiarists only by those
Who see them as stealing the clothes
Of originators

Re ego inflating
Perhaps postulating
That copying can complement
A talent that isn`t quite spent.
Invigorating

"ImitatIors" indeed?
Were you writing at speed?
You provide such a pedant's delight -
Dissecting each typo on site
Like a vulture at feed.

PS Oh dear, the capital "i" by which I intended to underline the typo in R'man's rimickle looks like a "l". Maybe I should have written it as "imitat-i-ors".

Apologies

C \|/

Accepted.

I agree
You and me
Are to different to ever be friends
So now, with no friendship to mend,
I go free

I went to the flicks
Saw 2046
A colourful intimate fiction
Of hopeless love and dereliction
With temporal tricks

I am certain
That the curtain
Shall not close soon on Lemony Snicket's Seriese of Unfortunate Events
The acting is great as is the world that the director invents
Like Tim Burton

An artist, called Scott
Produced rather a lot
Of oil-paintings featuring ducks.
Though his style, on the whole, frankly sucks,
He got knighted, not shot.

The world of art
Did split apart
Between those who desire the aesthetic,
And those who find details cosmetic
But love parts

Your philosophy's deep,
Though it sends me to sleep,
But talking of goodness in art,
The best of it comes from the heart,
So you just laugh or weep.

It's paining,
My feigning
Interest in these broad smears of paint on a bike
Or these metal bars welded and arranged like
Necks craning.

This is my first time,
Tryna make these lines rhyme.
All I can hear are the sounds of the clock:
In the silence as I think - the faint old tick-tock.
It reaches 6 o'clock, and I hear it chime.

Although still not ginger
You are the harbinger
Of life coming back to this thread
Which most of us thought of as dead--
All hail, great unhinger.

There was a uke ball
At Cheltenham Town Hall
We came from all over to strum
A mass busk made the town centre thrum
to the fun of it all.


MC

My dear ukulele,
I strum on it daily,
The best forty quid's worth I've bought.
I keep my right fingernails short
So as not to sound naily.