I had a dream…

Last time I’ve visited England, I’ve stayed with friends in Torquay. Funny thing, their neighbours own a white e89. Wrong colour, but right motor. :lol:

It’s a beautiful corner of the world. Wifey would retire there in a heartbeat. Too bad Brexit happened. Now we must settle with the rolling hills of Tuscany. Perhaps I should gin up a quick limerick about it.
 
Seems anybody can do this really easily.

Oh Marcoose, oh so unrefined,
Your poetry leaves us all so unaligned.
With z4 as your trusty sidekick,
Together you create a literary brick.

Your verses lack depth and grace,
Like a ship without a steady pace.
Your words are jumbled and awry,
A mess of confusion, oh me, oh my!

Your metaphors are dull and gray,
Like a cloudy day without a ray.
Your rhymes are forced and contrived,
A clumsy dance, unrehearsed and rived.

Oh Marcoose, your poetry is a blight,
A darkness that brings no delight.
With z4 by your side, you're lost in the night,
A literary failure, without a light.
 
There was a zed owner called Marcoose
Who's ability with verse was at best loose
When he reads this small ditty
I'm sure he'll feel sh*tty
And his face will turn a nice shade of puce
 
Nictrix said:
Seems anybody can do this really easily.
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Not particularly difficult, is it?

There was a young man from Frisco
Who still thought it hip to disco
He came on the forum
but had no decorum
so was banished to the edge of Linlithgow.

There. Easy peasy, Japaneesy! :lol:
 
Ad hominem already ? Wow. How can something so innocuous degenerate so quickly ? You win. Nothing else to say.
 
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