The Limerick about Limericks

There is a poem called a Limmerick,
Which I couldn’t write cos I’m just thick,
On paper and card,
I thought it was hard
So I gave up and come up with this!

There has been a few Limmericks floating around today. Some of them are really clever! Mine however is not! Ha! I love the Limerick rhythm but I just can’t seem to get the words! When I get the idea in my head the words don’t come out. I feel I must write something about how ‘there once was a man’ …

There once was a man from wherever,
Who moved there because of the weather,
When it started to rain,
Words fell on his page,
But this happens to me, well, never!

I also have the problem of when I blurt a Limerick out I find an uncontrollable need to clap my hands, shake the jazz hands and shout “wahey”!

I wouldn’t expect any Limericks from me in the future!


The Curiosities of Colour

I had an epiphany,
It came to me last night,
To put it rather simply,
I have a question about our sight.

What if the colour blind are correct,
And infact we are all indeed wrong,
Has anyone actually checked,
If the sea has been orange all along?

What if rainbows were not bright,
But were just different shades of grey,
What if the colours of the night,
Were reflected in the day?

What if when we look upon a Rose,
It isn’t red or white,
Who actually knows,
If the colours we think are right?

What if crazy people aren’t crazy,
And what they see is there,
What if our eye sight is just lazy,
And we are totally unaware?

What if green to you is grey,
And black to me is White,
What if the colours that we name,
Are just figments of our sight?