Jonathan ROBIN

Rookie - 473 Points (22 September / London)

Limbo Limerick - Parody Conrad Aiken - Limberick - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

“It is time to make hay, love’s a’brim,
Though no sun shines a son’s lines no whim!
Let our stars spin together,
for fair future we’ll weather
when Sir loin lies out on a limb.”

“Your a wit”, she replied, teasing him,
“or a twit, more beside, if from chim-
panzee Pansy descends,
ova comes and rules bends,
stimulation new nation may hymn! ”

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 13, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, June 28, 2013

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