A limerick
There is a freak person called Mr. Small,
Who picks on masters to let their fame fall,
This is a wrong translation,
That is a lousy version,
Only Small’s stuff will be the best of all.
This world seems to have reached its geriatric age,
Which coughs and sneezes all the time at any stage,
The humanity crisis has never stopped,
The high living cost has never dropped,
All creatures on earth can’t stand craziness in this cage.
There is a lass called “breeze and bright moon”,
Who swears she’d honour her promise soon,
We’re waiting on and on,
And so many days are gone,
But she seems gone like a stringless balloon.
There is a young girl called “fishing moon”,
Who can be regarded as a ‘poetry tycoon'.
Poems in Chinese and English,
As easily as angle a fish,
She really deserves a beautiful festoon.
There is a lad called crouching dragon,
Who rushes to stop Mr. Yishi’s wagon,
Could you teach me this?
Otherwise I will hiss,
For I fancy amazing poetry jargon.
There is a lad called crouching dragon,
Who rushes to stop Mr. Yishi’s wagon,
Could you teach me this?
Otherwise I will hiss,
For I fancy amazing poetry jargon.
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发表于 2008-12-22 08:10:00