Clerihews

Post by **Whistler** » Sat Dec 02, 2006 6:15 pm

Magnificent, Brian!

Post by **truehobbit** » Sat Dec 02, 2006 7:26 pm

Jnyusa wrote:We never pay money. We just drive by in a black limousine, grab people like Brian off the street, put them in ankle cuffs, then make them sit at a computer keyboard uploading their wit and wisdom into the Hall of Fire.

And all they get in exchange is a potholder.

Jn

It's nice to be evil!11

Post by **Inanna** » Sat Dec 02, 2006 8:47 pm

Alexander Graham Bell
spends the afterlife in Hell.
When he wants some time alone--
Watson calls him on the phone.

Post by **Jnyusa** » Tue Dec 05, 2006 10:00 am

(I only know famous economists.)

Lord John Maynard Keynes
took exceptional pains
to disprove all Pigou
had pretended to know.

Then he turned to Gesell,
who knew money quite well,
quoting 'depreciation'
without a citation.

The answer to Marx,
lectured Keynes to the clarks,
dooms the Economics profession
to eventual recesssion.

“But cannot Jean-B. Say
be shown right in some way?”
they would ask of Lord Keynes.
And he glibly explains,

In the long run they may
prove the wisdom of Say,
but the truth must be said:
In the long run, we’re dead.

Post by **Inanna** » Tue Dec 05, 2006 7:27 pm

Jn, thats priceless!

Can we have one on Williamson, please? I would put it up on my door....

Post by **Jnyusa** » Tue Dec 05, 2006 8:27 pm

The Williamson called Ollie
thinks the free market is jolly
unless secretive transactions
make for price-less interactions.

How's that?

Jn

Tue Dec 05, 2006 8:54 pm

How 'bout one for the late Milton Friedman?

Post by **vison** » Tue Dec 05, 2006 9:02 pm

Milton Friedman is late,
Which means that he's great.
'Cuz while yer alive
You just talkin' jive.

Sorry. It was posted in haste.

And posted humusly . . .

Post by **yovargas** » Tue Dec 05, 2006 9:18 pm

There is this cool lady named vison
who stays in Canada where it's freezin'
If only she came to Orlando,
she could get away from all that snow!

(not knowing quite how to pronounce vison, I improvised a bit.

)

Post by **MithLuin** » Thu Dec 07, 2006 6:07 am

The seven sons of Fëanor
Never came to Arnor.
They all met their end
In Beleriand.

Celegorm the fair
had blond hair.
But he lusted after Lúthien
and died doing her son in.

The crafty Curufin
Betrayed the eldest son of Finarfin
But then he was disowned by his own son
who later moved to Eregion.

Caranthir the Dark,
his mood was stark,
he thought little of dwarves
but he survived the wharves -

Unlike his brother Amrod,
who neglected to tell their dad
that he wanted to retire
before the ship bonfire.

And Amras his twin
Died in the din
when Elwing escaped to Tirion
from the attack on the Havens of Sirion.

Leaving only Maedhros,
who spared Elrond and Elros.
Even without his right hand,
he was in command.

So he overruled Maglor,
who wanted to trust in the mercy of the Valar.
The last two brothers each stole a Silmaril,
And that ends this dark tale.

(Sorry to interrupt - don't forget to do one for yov!)

Post by **BrianIsSmilingAtYou** » Thu Dec 07, 2006 6:29 am

Yovargas, Yovargas
was sailing the Argus
in search of the golden fleece--
a strange and most sudden caprice.

BrianIs

AtYou

Post by **baby tuckoo** » Thu Dec 07, 2006 7:22 am

We remember the definition: a quatrain of imprecise line length.

Post by **Angbasdil** » Thu Dec 07, 2006 12:18 pm

*looks down checklist*

four lines... check
aabb... check
irregular meter... check
subject named in the first line... check
subject is the person who posted immediately prior... check

*ahem*

baby tuckoo
must be cuckoo
for he is continuously reminding the rest of us fools
about the rules

how's that for irregular meter?

Post by **JewelSong** » Thu Dec 07, 2006 12:45 pm

The poster Angbasdil
Gives me a thrill
When posting 'bout the tuckoo baby
He hit the nail on the head. Maybe.

Post by **Teremia** » Thu Dec 07, 2006 8:44 pm

JewelSong
is seldom wrong,
though also (thank heavens) rarely as silent as being almost a Quaker
should make her.

Post by **Primula Baggins** » Thu Dec 07, 2006 8:51 pm

Post by **WampusCat** » Thu Dec 07, 2006 9:03 pm

Here are a few I posted in another thread during a fit of rhyme this morning. Pardon the duplication. If they don't make sense, it's because they were based on what was being said there. Or perhaps they just don't make sense anyway! (Is sense a requirement?)

The marvelous Anthy
Thou cannot top, can thee?
Only fools stammer
That she's "ninnyhammer."

A board led by Vonronwë
Will never go the wrong way.
If off topic we're led
He'll sunder the thread.

All hail to MithLuin
Who saves us from ruin
By posting so freely
Her thoughts, soft and steely.

The mink farmer vison
Gives all a fine reason
To head for the North,
Wrapped in fine fur, of courth.

Tiny baby tuckoo
Prompts ladies to coo.
Happy sing-song they're speaking
'Til his diaper starts leaking.

I, of bright Ethel,
With my dying breath will
Defend this thought:
Stupid she's not.

Post by **Old_Tom_Bombadil** » Thu Dec 07, 2006 9:06 pm

Baggins Prim
Posted on a whim
She wrote a book about a man in space
On the cover was the guy's face

WampusCat
Where's she at?
Harpin' with her man Gary!
(That Siamese cat looks scary!

)

Post by **Teremia** » Thu Dec 07, 2006 9:44 pm

Tom da Bomb,
bouncy yet calm,
by means of impressively long-winded (and puppet-enhanced) reciting
left Teremia's kids wide-eyed and delighting.

p.s. Just last night one of the younger kids was complaining about how deadly dull she found the Tom Bombadil section of Fellowship of the Ring. "The Tom Bombadil who came to our house was MUCH, MUCH better!" she said. True story!

Post by **TheTennisBallKid** » Thu Dec 07, 2006 9:54 pm

Teremia reads while walking,
That's like the reverse of gawking,
Those who know where to look,
Find her strolling with her books.

ttbk