I am often struck by the fact that humankind doesn't spend nearly enough time composing limericks. To help remedy this pending international disaster, I propose we post our own maple limericks. Thus we demonstrate (if any demonstration was needed) our total obsession with our trees. Don't worry, our spouses and friends never look at this forum, so they need never know! The prize for the best entry is you get to buy your favorite plant, with your own money, after an arduous search. When your receive the unlikely looking twig, you get to plant it in your best spot and watch for several years as it blackens and wilts! Then, begin again! Pretty cool, eh? Here's a poor entry from me, which I'm sure any and all will better easily. In fact I expect even non-native english speakers will be able to do better... In my defense I point out the "verticillium" is not really all that easy to rhyme with. I know a young man from Fort William Who's maples all have verticillium. He digs and he yanks, glancing, sheepish, at banks. With his loan, he'll be planting a million! Hmm, unable to work 'scolopendrifolium' in there. Clearly I didn't give this enough thought. In fact, if I thought about it more I'd not make the post at all! [SIZE=-1][SIZE=-1][SIZE=-1][SIZE=-1][SIZE=-1][SIZE=-1][SIZE=-1][SIZE=-1][SIZE=-1][SIZE=-1][SIZE=-1][SIZE=-1] -E [/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE]
interesting idea !not easy for me but i try planting Norway maple? i'm able planting j maple? i'm able the sun is hard? i have pine bark... Poetry de burn help me!!! ciao
Great Emery, really great. I have never, ever never, been able to put one together (neither in Spanish, French nor English), even though a girl I liked a lot told me once that it was a necessary (but not sufficient) condition. Gomero
My maples are turning bright colors But I cannot tell one from the other The problem, you see, Is my last shopping spree. Now I have seven hundred new cultivars!
There once was a man called Obama Who bought an Omurayama He hoped it would grow When planted you know And the world would soon know the drama :)
There was a young man from Jamaica Who tried to grow a Japanese Acer But something he forgot The climate was too hot So the poor tree went back to its maker
Gomero, Get Whis4ey to take you to Blarney Castle so you can kiss the Blarney Stone. Its about 10 stories up in a ruined castle, and its on the outside wall. They lower you upside down by your feet to reach it, then you kiss the stone. Once you've kissed it, you will forever have the 'Gift of Gab', and be able to make limericks that even the Leprechauns will be jealous of! I'm off! Gotta throw a wee bit 'o Turf on me fire... :-)
Points to Sam for current events! Points to Alex for not looking up limerick but trying anyway! Points to K4 for hitting the target! Points from Michael by abusing his Public School Education with a spelling error! ;) (Nice one otherwise though). And come on Gomero, you may not have won fair lady but you never know when a skill could come in handy. And Togata, we're waiting for the double dactyl. Here's a classic kind that occurs to me: There once was a lassie from Perth Who selected her maples by girth When she hadn't the sizes She'd plant them on rises By bulldozing great mounds of earth! Consider the drainage available down under! The mind boggles... surely this will solicit an entry from the southern hemish, uh, hemisphere. -E
Ooh, ooh, can I play? There once was a lady from Dover, She found her young tree taking over The problem, you see Was the wrong Maple tree The kind that is from Manitoba...
There once was a man from Verdun, Who said, "Maple lust? I have none." I'm really hard-core, But I need just one more A scolopendrifolium--done! With apologies to all; couldn't resist the challenge...
There was a young man from Omaha, Who bought every maple he saw, He consoled himself, Through diminishing wealth, "At least I'm not breaking the law!"
Ah, Ithaca. The scents of roasting mutton, the sounds of the loom. A thinking man's city. It shames me to remind you that "Verdun" doesn't rhyme with "none." A closer bet would be "meshuggeneh." ;) For "scolopendrifolium" now, my most sincere admiration. Prairiestyle, I guess the opportunities for the straight-and-narrow are few in Omaha, and we'll all agree no price is too high. Unless it involves our trees of course, in which case it's straight to perdition or the hoosegow, whichever comes first! -E
Oh, emery, did you think I meant Verdun, France? Mais non! The man I was referring to was from Verdun, Louisiana. To be certain of the pronunciation, I just phoned the man himself, and he said that, in fact, there is a large religious community there, and their motto is "It's fun to be a nun in Verdun." So I think you will agree: this proves beyond all possibility of doubt that the rhyme was appropriate. Yes, roasting mutton three times a day, we're all bloody sick of it. And the racket of loom would be tolerable if there were more progress. Truth be told, I'm not sure she's even trying. It is a thinking man's city. We think and think. For instance, if the streets are full of giant potholes, we don't just fill them--we think about it for a few years. We've been thinking for 25 years about whether we should fence off part of one of our parks as a place for dog exercise. Thinking we're good at. Ah, you see where writing a single limerick has led me! A single moment of weakness, and look what I've become--banned from the maple list, making up transparent lies in an effort to defend an inadequate rhyme... Verdun Lehigh Acres, FL 33974 Get Directions * approximate times - PhotoPhoto
Oh there are plenty of ways to get your kicks in the most law-abiding of manners, I was basically looking for some way to say "hey, it could be worse" ...also trying to defend an inadequate rhyme... :-) My brother went to Cornell. When I visited him I was very impressed with the terrain and scenery around Ithaca, quite beautiful! To quote a sign we saw - "Ithaca is gorges"
