There was an old codger called Goldie
Who thought he was going to be mouldy
He scrubbed himself clean
Into such a bright sheen
That he saw he was just an oldie.
Goldfinch60
That odd cheesey smell eminating
had provided a rudest awakening
he nearly did flounder
by the fresh deli counter
but was only the cheddar they're grating
assured he weren't going insane
he ordered some cheese with blue veins
it suited his palette
but strained at his wallett
yes life's a funny old game
then he dined with a local old farmer
who's wife was really a charmer a bit of a cracker
and never a slacker
he nibbled a slice of leerdammer
dusk arising
The the cheese on the plate was just patie
which would make him become a bit fatty
To go with his beer
he wanted some cheer
so went off and found dolce laite
Goldfinch60
Though his sweet tooth's a mouldy old molar
he won't ever drink diet cola
it has to be said
a full bodied red
he prefers alongside cambazola
dusk arising
Eating his crackers in bed
Thinking of chardonnays and reds
Puzzled by woodas and shouldas
He wished he had chosen Goudas
A top these crackers instead.
Jerry Reynolds
‘Oh mirror, mirror on the wall
Can’t you reassure me at all?’
“Oh no sir, it is just too late -
Far better to accept your fate.”
Doggerel Dave
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Jerry Reynolds (
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Comments5
Is it me or a sign of the times
reading such lyrical rhymes
someone's making merry
it's that Reynolds bloke Jerry
he's using my very best lines
Pinching my lines? He said it.
Even while given the credit.
It’s not much of a crime.
Fine me a pint; I’ll do the time
for practicing the skills of edit.
What a jolly jape of a collection.
Poets included in your selection
Will be grateful for a second airing
The publicity will be worth bearing.
PS: your title is the most enigmatic part of the whole thing - or is that just my ignorance?
Purim is a metaphor for the pandemic.
Getting tired Jerry (lol)? Implied in my PS above is a desire to know the meaning of the title of your collection, which, I would remind you, in its entirety reads "Irish Renga on the second day of Purim".
Now a full comprehension of the meaning would require an interpretation of each of the elements within your title (outstanding at present is 'Irish Renga') plus their relation to each other and hence a full understanding of the whole......... (lol)
So he finds them quite merry
These lines from the Kerry
is he just joking
or is he just poking
that Reynolds that we call Jerry
Any excuse to be merry
albeit on the edge of Kerry.
An Irish Renga sublime
penned by mates of mine
sweet as a bowl of cherries.
..... gotta larf tho dont'cha .. made me chuckle too and truly ..
....... some splendid wordplay here sir.....
That was a fun day, Neville, and Thanks for the visit
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