In limericks or other short ripostes
 

Since we live in a time that’s a puzzle,
When the kindest go wearing a muzzle,
We yearn for a drink
That requires a think.
Just below is something to guzzle.

“R.JllO6JllO BaC”

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-"-"-
whooom?

What’s the language of this jello freak?
It’s certainly not written in Greek.
Zen ducats as prize
For those who surmise
The words it once struggled to speak.

No takers, I see. That’s okay with me.
It’s clear that this bubble was not worth the trouble.

Yeah, but that won't keep you from hinting, teasing, and dragging in up again and again. I mean - you waited less than four hours before dragging it up the first time and declaring there were no takers. I've known hookers who were more subtle. And linguists who needed more time.

(I'll take this one as a tentative win-win for me. If you respond, it proves my point. If you don't respond, well that was my other point.)

Oh, ...does it really matter, Michael? Chill.

The Drills & Amusements board is for a bit of light-hearted fun. We all need some of that in these weird times.

Jayne

Michael rushes in where angels fear to tread. But, as he told me at West Chester, Michael is a genius. He might be.

This is a case of If You Know It You'll See It Like Lightning, and if you don't, it doesn't take five hours (in this hemisphere) to power into your handy dictionary online - or hardcopy, if you've had a reasonable reason to get one - based on reasonable probabilities of beginning language study. So, maybe, yes, I might have been too quick. But then (since I'm behaving like a hooker it seems), let me bat my eyes at you Michael. I think you have a very strong idea what's there, and if not, well, you can come to my street corner anytime and stand in line. When I'm good, I'm very good, and when I'm bad, I'm darn good. I stand pat, for more than four hours at a time. But never on Sunday. And I'm not a hooker, just a wonderful boy.

OK, here is one I had already posted at the other thread "Social Distancing."

Your hands were so dry you could scream
from washing, so smeared on some cream,
==then washed again, moron,
==but didn’t put more on,
yet grateful those virions won’t team.

Hi Martin,

This thread, as Allen has planned it,
(or at least, as I understand it),
is for codes, paradoxes
and small puzzle boxes,
to distract from the virus that fanned it.

It was born from our stumbling attempts,
some clever, some funny, some dense,
to render a puzzle
from old Bertrand Russell
into five rhyming lines that make sense.

-Matt

If P, then Q's always true
But if Q, then I put it to you
....(though my first line makes sense
.....more for ladies than gents)
that P's sometimes best not to do.

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Someday I might write a play, if I can find the right way to say what I want to say, based on the banter in this thread, with Michael and Allen in the lead roles. I'll call it "Waiting For VanGogh".
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"I've known hookers who were more subtle."
Is a line that invites a rebuttal.
When Cantor and Tice
Mix it up, it's not nice;
And the rest of us laugh as they muddle.