A young beauty queen called Claire Voyant
whose bosom was ample, and bouyant
on the cat-walk one day
declared "Oh, I say . . .!"
(There's NO RHYME! How very annoyant!)
Try again!
A young beauty queen named Claire Voyant
whose bosom was ample, and bouyant
said "Now I'll look a sap!
I've broken a strap!"
(There's no rhyme for 'brassiere' either)
She worked out at the gym,
ReplyDeleteand often went to swim.
She used her wits:
now they can stand on their own,
her beautiful ...
(Oh, same problem as yours: can't find an English RHYME for the ample padding of her brasserie! How very annoyant!)
A young beauty queen named Clare Voyant
ReplyDeletewhose bosum was ample, and bouyant
set men's hearts afire,
and kindled desire
to the point that they thought her flamboyant.
Deborah . . . I had pencilled in "flamboyant" but thought it was TOO much like "bouyant" . . and so decided to be Very Silly instead. But yours is lovely. Except . . . what's a "bosum"? I know, it's a bosun's bosom!
ReplyDeleteBritta . . . I'm in awe of how you write rejoinders that are funny, in rhyme, and in your second language. And good to see you knew when to st. . . !
And where's Jinksy? She usually here when the nonsense gets going.
:D LOL..this is hilarious...
ReplyDeleteA young beauty queen called Claire Voyant
whose bosom was ample, and bouyant
sets mercury rising...
and they have a problem with global warming...
Erratic . . . I'm ecstatic! Can we sneak in a new line4?
ReplyDelete"sets the mercury rising
so it isn't surprising
they have a problem etc."
I like limericks that fall on their faces. The first one I came across went
"The was a young poet from Tring(*)
whose poems lacked one vital element.
He tried every time
To make the words fit
But the lines were too short."
(*) Tring . . town in Hertfordshire, UK.
I'm so glad I came to this late-
ReplyDeleteI've had so much work on my plate-
that one more mad poem
might drive me from hoem
and where would I be then, old mate?
Deb-
ReplyDeleteA young beauty queen named Clare Voyant
whose bosom was ample, and bouyant
set men's hearts afire,
and kindled desire
so the flames then required a hydrant.
*sigh* what would we do with Jinksy??? Lordy, but she's brilliant.
ReplyDeleteYes, yes, Dr. I KNEW flamboyant was too much like bouyant but 1) it was late 2) I was feeble 3) I hit publish too soon.
But without my late, feeble, precipitous efforts, we wouldn't have had JINKSY'S FABULOUS LAST LINE!
I wish I had thought of ample and bouyant bosuns. But a bit risqué, non even for here???
Bouyant bosuns sound like a necessity for the Naval Fraternity, Deb? (And by golly, you're on the ball with your comebacks!)
ReplyDeleteListen you two . . . I'm trying to run a serious blog here! Might as well get me coat! Oh well, I suppose I could join in - just time before tea.
ReplyDeleteA young beauty queen named Clare Voyant
whose bosom was ample, and bouyant
set men's hearts afire,
and kindled desire
(They looked like a plump pair of croissants.)
@Doc that was good...
ReplyDeleteHaha loved this mad banter...
You guys are great...I loved all those versions...Doc,Britta,Deb,Jinksy....
Jinksy "so the flames then required a hydrant" was super last line...ROFL!
You never said we could switch languages for just one word! Mrs Trellis would deduct a point for that, I bet.
ReplyDeleteWell yer see Jinksy . . in this uncivilised neck o'the Yarkshire woods we call them "croysants." ALMOST rhymes with "bouyant."
ReplyDeleteErratic Thoughts . . . have a look at blog FRIDGE SOUP. It's mad over there, too! Same guys plus some others. (It's linked from my sidebar. Be good to see you there.)
ReplyDeleteI am appalled that you would refer to Fridge Soup and its denizens as 'mad'. Speak for yourself, Dr.
ReplyDelete.....set men's heart afire
and kindled desire
to the point that their dreams became Freudant.
all right, all right. that's it. Jinksy wins this round, Fo Sho!
I'm retiring - my rapier mind has become blunted at last!
ReplyDeleteP.S. But not my fangs!! LOL. See The Fridge for explanation.
ReplyDeleteOh well - I'll try . . .
ReplyDeleteA young beauty queen named Clare Voyant
Whose bosom was ample and buoyant
Decided one day
To throw it away -
Her decision was rather foudroyant.
(I'll leave quietly now)
Jabblog-
ReplyDeleteI ididn't realise foudroyant was an ordinary word - I thought it was the name of a ship my Dad served on in the Royal Navy! Silly me!
Oh, now that I understood what you are looking for (next time I'll just wait for two or three comments) I have to bemoan - which is almost(!) the meaning (like "weepy"), that in your beautiful English language the German word "larmoyant" doesn't exist. So sorry - could have used it well...
ReplyDeleteAs I only live just 'down the road' from Tring, can I throw in my 'pennyworth'....
ReplyDelete"There was once an old person of Tring
Who, whenever they asked him to sing,
Replied "Isn't it odd?
I can never tell `God
Save the Weasel' from `Pop Goes the King'."