There once was an albie from Leith, Who thought he had plenty to eat, But his health eroded 'till his stomach exploded For plastic digests not like meat.
There once was a bloody big Albatross
who struggled to get the idea across
that the great big blue sea
is a nice place to be,
But with garbage it's thick just like applesauce.
Yes, that's right, I've rhymed Albatross with Applesauce. That's how my mind works and I'm not ashamed to say so.
Storm Speech on the Heath
Act III, Scene 2 from King Lear by William Shakespeare (1623)
King Lear
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench’d our steeples, drown’d the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Smite flat the thick rotundity o’ the world!
Crack nature’s moulds, an germens spill at once,
That make ingrateful man!
Fool
O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry
house is better than this rain-water out o’ door.
Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters’ blessing:
here’s a night pities neither wise man nor fool.
King Lear
Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain!
Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters:
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness;
I never gave you kingdom, call’d you children,
You owe me no subscription: then let fall
Your horrible pleasure: here I stand, your slave,
A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man...
Another Limerick from the #PoetAlbatross:
An Albie reputed to be thick Was so nervous he squawked with a tick Spent his life on the sea where his species should be The problem was when he got Seasick
