Just a little set of amuse-bouches – of hastily-scribbled, reasonably relevant, limericks… – to celebrate four years of blogging! (Photo courtesy of the wonderful people at Dr C P Grey Opticians.)
Read ’em and weep
The Bard of the village of Tysoe
Did wonder and worry just why so
Few views were logged
Of the words he had blogged
The paucity making him cry so
Hot off the press
There once was a brilliant Bard
Who typed so exceedingly hard
That his fingers were numb
(As was his poor bum)
And the keyboard he hammered was charred
Did Cicero say anything?
The Orchestra’s Writer-in-Residence
Loves using his words to set precedence
With notes so unique
They could well be in Greek
Ή ακόμα και για τους γούνιους ελέφαντες†
