Wednesday, July 20, 2016

The Listing Attic Comments

Rating: 3.1

There was a young curate whose brain
Was deranged from the use of cocaine;
He lured a small child
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Edward Gorey
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Kevin Patrick 21 September 2016

Oh these are some mad twisted limericks, several degrees to dark, but funny if you have that humor.

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Susan Williams 21 September 2016

No. I can't read about child abuse and child murder as part of a twisted nightmare out of a twisted mind. Yes, there is remarkable imagery here, and yes, the man has skills to go along with his kills. He probably has his fans and his audience and I am sure he won't miss my not being one of them. I do by the way like the title.

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Kayode Are 21 September 2016

Overwhelming imagery- confusing yet compelling.

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Seamus O Brian 21 September 2016

Forsooth, the attic listeth. Dark and twisted, to boot. But well-crafted, I'll admit.

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Michael Morgan 21 September 2016

In limerick #1, please correct the mis-spelling of cain, if you are abel. MM

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Michael Morgan 21 September 2016

Kudos, old Lord Cray for inventing this elegant way of suggesting a guest should give it a rest till much later in the day.

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Carlos Echeverria 21 September 2016

A poem by Edward Gorey Is a deliciously dark story Full of fantastical fear Best left unpoken but pleasant to hear In all its glorious allegory

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Barry Middleton 21 September 2016

Peculiar and quaint is his rhyme. They must have consumed all his time. These limericks are strange, and they rattle my brain when savored with vodka and lime.

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Edward Kofi Louis 21 September 2016

He lured a small child! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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