Brought to you by people with really strange names (evidently their parents didn’t love them very much).
There was a musician named Marotta
If you never heard him play you oughta
Plays music with ease
On the box that you squeeze
And he learned it all from his faddah
— Gene, Gene, the Limerick Machine
The streaker waved his old Bible
And, at great risk for libel,
Yelled “Cursed be thee
Who fail to see
Salvation begins with go-tribal”
—Ron de Tuna
Learning English is such a big pain!
I’m walking in pluperfect rain
With past participles
Dancing like ripples
In a silo of present-tense grain
—Ron de Tuna again
In the meantime, lest laughter go stale
for the aged and feeble and frail
put your fine monthly tome
in each Old Folk’s Home
and consider a version in Braille
—Sir Henry de Tunahuna
