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littlemanpoet · 05-01-2005, 01:22 PM

LMP told Nurumaiel not to give it another thought so long as Liornung said something in the next little while.

Seeing that there was a lull, he found a place where he could gather everyone's attention, and then spoke in a loud voice.

"I've brought a little bit of poetry and I thought I'd read it off to celebrate this happy fifth birthday! Well, here goes!

These limericked eulogies ain't fictive,
nor laced with off color invective;
they're strictly fact
with more or less tact,
and all from a deceased perspective.

People were looking at LMP as if he had lost his marbles. Undeterred, he plowed ahead.

davem was a knowledgable fellow;
at the top of his lungs he would bellow,
'My peculiar gnosis
is not myosis,
so stop saying my brain's turned to jello!'

"Ooh," said someone, "wait till I tell davem what LMP said about him!" LMP's knees shook in his trousers. But he took up courage and tried another one.

Derufin was not fastidious;
his housekeeping skills were perfidious;
in every nook
he'd leave a book
and declare that Bunce's cleaning was hideous.

There was a lone snicker from one of the corners.

Aiwendil, master of zen,
enlightened nine tries out of ten;
to show his technique
he'd let out a shreak
and strut round the room like a hen.

Dead silence.

"Um, this next one's a little rough. Maybe someone can help me out with the last line."

Sharon liked her Tolkien with gin;
saying with raised glass and a grin,
"Like Frodo's two faces
my thinking embraces...

"So, does anybody - um - wish to try his or her hand at a final line that rhymes with grin?" LMP looked around the party guests for someone to relieve him from his embarrassment.

05-01-2005, 01:22 PM	#28
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	LMP recites some of his, er, poetry LMP told Nurumaiel not to give it another thought so long as Liornung said something in the next little while. Seeing that there was a lull, he found a place where he could gather everyone's attention, and then spoke in a loud voice. "I've brought a little bit of poetry and I thought I'd read it off to celebrate this happy fifth birthday! Well, here goes! These limericked eulogies ain't fictive, nor laced with off color invective; they're strictly fact with more or less tact, and all from a deceased perspective. People were looking at LMP as if he had lost his marbles. Undeterred, he plowed ahead. davem was a knowledgable fellow; at the top of his lungs he would bellow, 'My peculiar gnosis is not myosis, so stop saying my brain's turned to jello!' "Ooh," said someone, "wait till I tell davem what LMP said about him!" LMP's knees shook in his trousers. But he took up courage and tried another one. Derufin was not fastidious; his housekeeping skills were perfidious; in every nook he'd leave a book and declare that Bunce's cleaning was hideous. There was a lone snicker from one of the corners. Aiwendil, master of zen, enlightened nine tries out of ten; to show his technique he'd let out a shreak and strut round the room like a hen. Dead silence. "Um, this next one's a little rough. Maybe someone can help me out with the last line." Sharon liked her Tolkien with gin; saying with raised glass and a grin, "Like Frodo's two faces my thinking embraces... "So, does anybody - um - wish to try his or her hand at a final line that rhymes with grin?" LMP looked around the party guests for someone to relieve him from his embarrassment.