I did get your email but I didn't read it very carefully... sorry.
Here is my telephone number:1-905-788-2237
I will be available tomorrow, Saturday, between 4 and 4:15pm for your call. If I am nervous, I should calm down once I start talking, as is typical of performance anxiety folks, like myself...
I think I wrote the limerick series in less than 20 minutes and didn't edit it much, before I clicked, Send.. As it turns out, the part about the dame doesn't rhyme very cleverly, so I'm for chucking it, altogether, or changing it to a classic like:
When Berryman found a young lassie, he
Recited the words of the Macabee;
Together we rise,
Anoint us our thighs,
And slide in the barn playing ice pucky.
[or we could insert]
Old Iz with his frisbie and liverwurst,
Belonged to the Mounties of Gravenhurst;
He mounted the hills
With vigour and skills
Engendering Gaterade Mountain Thirst.
Recited the words of the Macabee;
Together we rise,
Anoint us our thighs,
And slide in the barn playing ice pucky.
[or we could insert]
Old Iz with his frisbie and liverwurst,
Belonged to the Mounties of Gravenhurst;
He mounted the hills
With vigour and skills
Engendering Gaterade Mountain Thirst.
OK! OK! I'm sorry... I just can't, or won't, or refuse, to stop, once I get going...
Later, gator... Izzy.
Later, gator... Izzy.
Jim Berryman
Well……….
I like it…but the part about the dame coming real hard might have to be edited out. You did get my e-mail from earlier today, yes?
From: Izzy Sommers [mailto:canadizzy@yahoo.ca]
Sent: Friday, April 25, 2008 7:42 PM
To: Jim Berryman
Cc: Izzy Sommers
Subject: funny limerick...
Sent: Friday, April 25, 2008 7:42 PM
To: Jim Berryman
Cc: Izzy Sommers
Subject: funny limerick...
Dear Jim, I was just having supper and musing and here it is: do you think it would be entertaining for me to read this limerick over the air when you interview me or should we save it for another time? Later. Izzy.
Sir James Berryman
A Limerick Groaner
By Izzy Sommers
A Knight of renown, Sir James Berryman
Dismounted to join his own merry man;
He downed a large ale
And started a tale
Of Iz and his former Salieri fan.
Sir James sang a song of a certain dame
Who twinkled and cried when she really came
Together with Iz
And saw what a whiz
He was with an Apple and Minicam.
Sir James contradicted our Izzy Whiz
By reference to Berryman in the biz;
He quoted Ravel
Attempting to sell
A version of Handel without the fizz.
Responding completely unadvised,
Our Iz felt a bit of a comprimize;
Sir James sallied forth
To Iz in the north
Concealing his wolf by a sheep disguise.
No matter what happens on By Request,
A gasp can escape from Jim’s very chest;
When all’s said and done,
The station has won
And everyone feels more than amply blessed.
Modeste may consort with Elizabeth
While Willy looks on with his Shibboleth;
About Nikoli
We’re sure he would lie
Concerning both Eve and her little Seth.
I feel that Jim must make this wind up soon,
Or else we shall find ourselves on the moon;
A Mazel Tov Iz
Can get by old Liz
But not if this lasts for the Month of June.
“Adieu, Adios und Aufwiedersehen!
This poem is getting a lot inane;
So here’s to our Jim,
As we are to him
Indebted regarding The Penny Lane .
I couldn’t resist yet another verse
To get you to take your designer purse
And empty it out
Around and about
And give By Request a messaging nurse.
The End
©Izzy Sommers
Tax Crunch Time in
Welland, Canada
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