There once was a man mumble mumble
Who fumbledy rumbellow tumble.
When asked why this was
He said "It's because
Hum-bumberly wumble do mumble."
(I'm afraid I'm not restarting full-time, readers. Hope you enjoyed this stand-alone effort.)
There once was a man mumble mumble
Who fumbledy rumbellow tumble.
When asked why this was
He said "It's because
Hum-bumberly wumble do mumble."
(I'm afraid I'm not restarting full-time, readers. Hope you enjoyed this stand-alone effort.)
If what you might bluntly call nerds
Turn up at your house in their herds
Then some online game
Is likely to blame
That’s just as daft as Angry Birds.
I’m a substance obtained from the goo
From a tree that originally grew
In Old Venezuela
But thanks to some sailor
Now covers south Asia. You’re glue.
I go round breaking mirrors for fun
It’s smashing in more ways than one!
When I reflect
On my failures inept
I can blame ’em on bad luck – job done.
It’s pretty cool getting to know
How these space up-goers up-go
And if tech makes you queasy,
Relax! It's quite easy —
It’s not rocket science, you... D’oh!
A wannabe star in LA
Shamefacedly skipped town one day
And while he would claim
That he’d never sought fame
His cell number gave him away.
Hasn't XKCD been political lately?
This fixation on US politics has been the reason behind my non-posting. Try as I might, I have nothing to say about the history of the US Senate and/or House of Representatives, whether as a limerick, short story, radio play, graphic novel or anything else.
Instead, I'm hoping you can accept a limerick I've written about the current hot-potato political issue that's got us all abuzz here in Britain. With that out of the way and the blockage cleared, I ought then to be able to catch up with the rest of them before too long. So, take it away Nadine.
There was an MP, Nadine Dorries
Who went to eat grubs in the forest.
Her scheme was hare-brained —
She should have remained
London-bound and got grubby with Boris.
The zero-five hurricane season
Just went on and on for no reason.
Epsilon and zeta,
Expected to peter
Out, had some fun getting their tease on.
There once was a man from Shanghai
Who owned forty per cent of the sky.
His friends’ good intention
Was never to mention
That it ain’t a thing you can buy.
When your system is tied up in knots
When your root device kernel hub rots
I’d just give up, mate
Shut it all down and wait
For the superintelligent bots.
By Minerva!
There once was a salesman named Ned
Who saw an old schoolfriend and said:
“As sure as heckfire, son,
You’re Phil! I’m Ned Ryerson!”
Bing! He got punched in the head.
There once was a man from Muscaturday
Who wished every day could be Saturday.
Then his boiler broke bummer!
He needed a plumber
And they all charged him double. Oh, draturday.
It's true, how time works is confusing
But any new way of your choosing
Would likely be much
Worse, or at least a touch;
And not really all that amusing.
There was a fresh prince of Bel Air
Whose schemes drove his uncle Phil spare.
He also made tunes
And BOOM! shook the rooms
And he had really cool 90s hair.
I was looking for b00bs on YouTube
When I got called a n00b by some rube.
Well, those parents of mine
Conceived me online
So my view is that Y0U are the n00b.
Still catching up, still somehow four behind. If only we were on that eccentric time system that is coming up in three comics' time, perhaps I would fare better.
I'll stand on street corners and shout:
"If you ever catch me using Klout
(Unless it's to opt
Out, or get alerts stopped)
I implore you to please lay me out."
There once was a nightmare dystopia
Where conditions could not have been ropier.
The machines all awoke
And then endlessly spoke
To themselves, lost in meta myopia.
Bit late, this one, but I'm not going to overanalyse it.

