Definitely Limericks: Au-Av
Hear the story of Peregrine Took,
As (with Merry), by hook or by crook,
He unites with the Ents
To defeat foul intents,
In The Two Towers audiobook!
Out now on CD in The Complete Lord of the Rings, volume LXVII.
Put a stereo in your Corvette,
Either 8-track or audiocassette,
So that every day, you
Can rock out to The Who:
You better, you better, you bet!
“You Better You Bet” is the best song from one of the less better
Who albums, Face Dances.
Auf Wiedersehen, liebchen; farewell!
I’m off to the front for a spell.
If my mother should call,
Say I’m having a ball;
If the Kaiser should call, give him hell.
“Auf Wiedersehen, liebchen; farewell,”
She heard her departing beau yell.
How could he say that—
The despicable rat!
They had sechs crates of bratwurst to sell!
Saint Augustine found it quite odd,
How the spirit would fight with the bod:
So he wrote his Confessions
To purge his obsessions,
And then wrote The City of God.
So you reckon you’re really an Aussie?
Well tell me, True Blue, what’s a cossie?
Doncha come the raw prawn!
Whenya think I was born?
Next you’ll tell me yer budgie’s a mozzie!
True blue: patriotic (here, a nickname for a patriot). Cossie: swimming
costume (NSW). Don’t come the raw prawn: don’t try to fool me.
Budgie: budgerigar, small parrot kept as a pet. Mozzie: mosquito.
A popular pastime of Aussies
Is splashing about in their cossies
At beaches and pools.
Bare skin is a magnet for mozzies.
Australia is where I was born:
A land full of paddocks and lawn;
Where sheep roam the plains—
Which maybe explains
Why the grasses are constantly shorn.
These pieces use the 3-syllable pronunciation of uh-STRALE-yuh.
Australians all, let us rejoice!
We’re unusual, bonzer, and noice.
We’re young and we’re free,
And our home’s girt by sea.
(She’s a mate of me great-auntie Joyce.)
Australia’s national anthem, “Advance Australia Fair,” starts
“Australians all, let us rejoice/For we are young and free/
We’ve golden soil and wealth for toil/Our home is girt by sea”
—which prompts wags everywhere to ask “Who’s Gert?”
When next at a local election,
Just watch how they stop the detection
Of names on each vote
(Or each ballot); then note
That Australia devised this protection.
Victoria and South Australia were the first representative democracies
to introduce the secret ballot (in 1856), which came to be known as
the Australian ballot.
My uncle would often aver
That Munda’s the same as Mon-Khmer.
But up in the attic,
Thesaurus declined to concur.
They are, in fact, distinct subfamilies of the Austroasiatic language family.
Carried over the waves by the breeze,
These people explored the South Seas:
Austronesians are known as all these.
An authoring tool lets you write
Electronically, all through the night,
Many reams of fine prose
For the screen, which then glows
With your words, be they ever so trite.
Postmodernist sex lives are free
Of most modern-day hang-ups: you see,
Their Foucauldian twists
Make the most of the wrists
(He’s the autoerotic emcee).
The work of French theorist Michel Foucault (1926–84) includes
multiple orgasmic volumes of The History of Sexuality.
That aircraft that did the last drop, a
Half-plane kinda thing, and half-chopper?
Write this with yer biro:
The cartel’s autogiro.
That’s as much as I’m telling ya, copper.
Acrobatic: high places she climbs.
Mathematic: he’s looking for primes.
I’m ecstatic: in love.
In the attic: above.
Automatic, this writing of rhymes.
What in olden days folk did by hand
Is in modern times done rather grand.
Our industrial scenes
Are now full of machines:
Automation reigns over the land.
Toot TOOT! Hullo, now! What’s the deal?
It’s a car with a frog at the wheel!
I say! Tally-ho!
What a jolly good show—
Mister Toad in his automobile!
It’s maybe my favourite season,
Is autumn: quite rainy and breezin’,
But still fairly warm;
And the change in the form
And the colour of leaves is most pleasin’.
This virtual world is the worst!
My avatar looks like he’s cursed.
The rendering’s shoddy—
His head has no body!
A second life? Oh, for a first.
My avatar girlfriend once reckoned
That life goes much faster in second.
I know how I feel—
Her body’s unreal!
Our virtual bedroom has beckoned.
Some Roman centurions have
Found a time machine! Watch, as they nav-
igate here to our year,
And in New York appear,
Hailing, “Ave, O Madison Ave.!”
The Roman greeting is pronounced AH-vay.
My therapist thought he could make
All my bad habits go. Big mistake!
I still smoke and drink,
And I swear without think...
Stop hitting me, dammit! You snake!
Avgolemono: first, take some stock,
Add some rice (and then simmer, to lock
In the taste), lemon juice,
And an egg, to produce
The most common Greek soup on the block.
Boil a litre/quart of chicken stock; add 1/4 cup of white rice and simmer until
tender. Beat an egg or a yolk, and continue beating while gradually adding
the juice of a lemon. Slowly add some hot broth to the egg mixture, still
beating; then stir the mixture into the broth, heating slowly until it thickens.
Season. Serves 2-3.
If a boy makes no pass at a girl
Who wears glasses, then what would unfurl
If she happened to try
Those you wear when you fly?
I don’t know, but let’s give it a whirl!
Just a few little things to avoid:
An elephant, when it’s annoyed;
Any thug who shouts “Oi!”
Or a horse made in Troy;
The last album or two by Pink Floyd.