A limerick writ for informing,

or tall academia storming,

must carry a flare

with which none compare.

(stage set) So let’s now start performing!

The first thing we’ll capture is letters –

an alphabet wrought by our betters –

to mix into words

for tiny thought-turds

(without them we’d all be the debtors).

There’s (a), (b), (c), (d), (e) for starters

and (f), (g) - that last starting garters,

then (h), (i), (j), (k),

plus (l), (m), (n) - hey!

(o), (p), (q), (r), (s), (t) - for tartars.

Then (u), (v) - that sunlight protection,

and (w), (x), (y) inspection.

Crown lot with a ‘z’

and clearly you see

why they hold our heart’s predilection.

The numbers I’m bashful confessing

are not worth the trouble for messing

around with, the sounds

for limericked rounds?

For those I will just keep you guessing.

I’m sensing a most dreadful error

that holds repercussions of terror.

Well, maybe not quite

that bad, but it bites

that none of this leaves you much fairer

off.   It’s nonsensical folly!

I do hope you found the rhymes jolly.

I must here confess

that would be success,

and well worth a chuckle, by golly.

What if you were a brain in a vat

Can you even imagine that?

You would think and you'd feel

That your dream world was real

While so grey and alone there you sat

You might think that you had legs and arms

And you might think that you could run far

But it'd be an illusion

Just meant to confuse you

Cause you'd still be stuck in your jar

And although you might not have a heart

As a brain you would be pretty smart

Except you'd never find

That your world was a lie

Now I'm starting to sound like Descartes

Yes if you were a brain in a vat

You would be very slimy and fat

You'd sit still every day

And right there you would stay

Aren't you glad you're no brain in a vat.........

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An orphan child was born in Ireland,

With five tongues rhyme hand in hand.

A nonsense father adopted them,

Mumbling and ranting in rhythm;

It’s Edward Lear, and the child was named after the land.

#Limerick

Soil's made of little bits of rock

Which shouldn't come as any kind of shock

Then organics and minerals

Combine with air, water, and chemicals

To form rich growing stock

#limerick #information #challenge

From time to time such a Lune,

donning the Light at high noon!

Full shade called the “umbra,”

side shadows “penumbra;”

The King eclipsed by the Moon.

When discussing blood pools and blood splatters

The angle and technique does matter

From force and to gravity 

Lands on smooth walls or rough cavity 

Really shows in the way the blood scatters