tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682585.post112689100663575157..comments2024-02-12T05:16:27.843-05:00Comments on Limerick Savant: The cruelest captionThe Limerick Savanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02123168129164649893noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682585.post-1127133080124198422005-09-19T08:31:00.000-04:002005-09-19T08:31:00.000-04:00Boy, is my face red! Seems the Savant was the one ...Boy, is my face red! Seems the Savant was the one perpetrating the lie. Shame on me for that mistake.<BR/><BR/>It gave me a chance to do a rewrite. It's more alliterative and, after all, "Eliot" is an anagram of "to lie."<BR/><BR/>This photo would seem to imply<BR/>T.S. Eliot told us a lie:<BR/>Twas April, most cruel,<BR/>When I learned it in school;<BR/>Now the case could be made for July?The Limerick Savanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02123168129164649893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682585.post-1127076181163398592005-09-18T16:43:00.000-04:002005-09-18T16:43:00.000-04:00Only one problem. It's T. S. Eliot who wrote "Apri...Only one problem. It's T. S. Eliot who wrote "April is the cruelest month"!<BR/><BR/>Other than that, nice work lately...<BR/><BR/>(Sorry!)Gunga Danhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02224535620198247331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682585.post-1127059020579796462005-09-18T11:57:00.000-04:002005-09-18T11:57:00.000-04:00When I diePlease do not cry.I will leave you riche...When I die<BR/>Please do not cry.<BR/>I will leave you riches,<BR/>A knife, a fork,<BR/>A cabbage stalk,<BR/>And a pair of mouldy breeches.<BR/><BR/>Hmmmm....I think it needs a little more work.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682585.post-1126891306581380622005-09-16T13:21:00.000-04:002005-09-16T13:21:00.000-04:00A classic - and it could also be taken to refer to...A classic - and it could also be taken to refer to <A HREF="http://elisson1.blogspot.com/2005/09/party-animals.html" REL="nofollow">this post.</A><BR/><BR/>If so, my riposte would be:<BR/><BR/>The Limerick Savant complains<BR/>That the sight of my friends causes pains.<BR/>Those well-dressed drunken guys<BR/>Are like pins in his eyes,<BR/>Jammed right in to the depth of his brains.Elissonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06299361897381169534noreply@blogger.com