Sense and Non-sense

For all budding poets, limerickers and jokesters.

 

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10 Responses to Sense and Non-sense

  1. Dara says:

    Sent in by Bhushan Narang;

    Father O’Malley rose from his bed one morning. It was a fine spring day in his new Ballina parish.

    He walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of the beautiful day outside. He then noticed there was a donkey lying dead in the middle of his front lawn. Not knowing who else to call, he promptly called the local police station.

    The conversation went like this:
    ”Good morning. This is Sergeant Jones. How might I help you?”

    “And the best of the day ter yer good self. This is Father O’Malley at St. Francis Xavier Catholic Church. There’s a donkey lying dead right in der middle of me front lawn ”

    Sergeant Jones, considering himself to be quite a wit, replied with a smirk, “Well now Father, it was always my impression that you people took care of the last rites!”

    There was dead silence on the line for a long moment and then Father O’Malley replied:

    “Ah, ‘to be sure, that is true; but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin.”

  2. vk Murthy says:

    Humour & Fun is Tonic at this age !
    Keep going at it & Blog at any stage.

    • Krish Menon says:

      Bobby’s brave, he’s quick and the smallest
      A Maruteer, surely the smartest
      He is oh so witty
      And quick on repartee:

      When Gabbu of 10, as usual with a frown
      Lined up the pilots for a stern dressing down
      There was Jit, Mickey, Mini. Sis, Jugjug, Keru, Panchi
      If I left you out, blame my failed memory; not crunchy
      Bobby’s spot was the last with both his hands behind
      He scribbled on the wall which was already lined
      With notches, like those on the nose of the Marut
      To keep count of the enemy who went Kaput.

      When 220’s Mini went dating in Mumbai
      And watched Naval Fire Power Show off Marine Drive
      Bob called it Naval Firin’
      With lots of Seamen thrown in.

      • Krish Menon says:

        I missed out SK; so here is the updated version of the doggerel:

        Bobby’s brave, he’s quick and the smallest
        A Maruteer, surely the smartest
        He is oh so witty
        And quick on repartee:

        When Gabbu of 10, as usual with a frown
        Lined up the pilots for a stern dressing down
        There was Jit, Mickey, Mini. Sis, Jugjug, Keru, Panchi
        If I left you out, blame my failed memory; not crunchy
        SK stood there in a class all his own
        He was the C.O’s favourite thorn
        Bobby’s spot was the last; with one hand behind
        Drew a notch on the wall which was already lined
        Like the Marut’s mark for each of its missions
        He kept count of the Boss’s pep talk sessions

        When 220’s Mini went dating in Mumbai
        And watched Navy’s Fire Power Show off Marine Drive
        Bob called it, “Naval Firin’
        With lots of Seamen thrown in”.

  3. Dara says:

    Passed on by Maj Dadademery:

    The Horse and Mule live 30 years,
    And nothing know of Wine and Beers.
    The Goat and Sheep at 20 die,
    With never a taste of Scotch or Rye .
    The Cow drinks Water by the ton,
    And at 18 is mostly done.
    The Dog at 16 cashes in,
    Without the aid of Rum or Gin.
    The Cat in Milk and Water soaks,
    And then in 12 short years it croaks.
    The modest, sober, bone dry Hen,
    Lays eggs for nogs, then dies at ten.
    All animals are strictly dry,
    They sinless live & swiftly die.
    But Sinful, Ginful, Rum soaked Men,
    Survive for 3 score years and ten.
    And some of us, the Mighty Few,
    Stay pickled till we’re 102.

  4. Krish Menon says:

    When Smokin’ Joe ‘n’ Bobby flew by
    The enemy were hiding nigh
    They cowered under camouflage
    But Hufrid’s eyes were sharp and large
    The Maruts blew them up sky high

  5. Limericks are easy to do. Why not have a go and see for yourself? They don’t even need to make sense. You might discover some hidden talents. I never knew that I would be put in a class of poets. So, here goes this poet’s five minute effort:-

    T’was lots of fun flying reheated Maruts
    They were just like exploding cheroots
    At times they were fast and gave pleasure
    Or they could cost your life and treasure
    But designers cared for you just two hoots

  6. Dara says:

    The Marut’s like nothing h’ed tasted
    For she was so tender waisted
    with a figure of eight fuselage
    She gave one-on-one tutelage
    Leaving him punch drunk and pasted

    “Nothing remains firm as we grow old”,
    said the Marut pilot; once so bold
    He’d go up and down,
    roll left and right and wiggle from side to side
    But now, try all he might, no more could he take her for a joy ride
    For the tools of his trade, this swash buckle blade, had turned so soggy and cold.

    Along comes Ms Harris, whom Hugh Hefner marries
    He has freedom in all three Axes
    He says, “X, Y and Zee
    Are just OK for me,
    I’m ‘firm’ ’cause I take Cialis

    Krish Menon

  7. Dara says:

    A very fine game is the Indian Air Force
    For, it sure has many a pretty golf course
    But, woe to you if golf you never did play
    A most junior sprog or so you’d ever stay
    ‘Cos the gang’s best clubs were the HF-24s

    With best wishes,
    Kapil Bhargava

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