limericks

[Jenny]

joy lust & peace go a-blurrin'
i laugh 'til i pee clear urine
throw stones and cavort
"I'M OOOOOKAY" the retort
of the pussy all snuggly and purrin'

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

Chicks juggling works alright for me
I know Marvel, and old Sue Kirby,
Rachael Hen, Jeannie Wall,
but my favorite of all
is just such a fine sight to see.

A whimsygloved, musical lass
got an A plus in juggling class
an A plus in clown biking
mischief looks, more than striking,
and a pert, tight, and marvellous body.

Of these five, all have routines complete
fit to stand any crowd on its feet
all have strong, proven bits
from their toes to their tits
I would wager étienne they would beat.

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

your skew sun has shined here a time
ski slope antics and gestures sublime
sunglasses hung by frames
our pre-dawn soccer games
I'll miss you like hell, you old mime.

[Lynneski]

Poor Taxi, you're left to your Trix,
While he pours a cool pint down at Nick's.
It's hard to be left,
And not be bereft,
But next season comes in a few ticks.

But meantime you get to look forward,
To gestures unseemly and un-toward,
And nimble conversations
With tasty libations,
The Silly's Show Too your reward.

[Lynneski]

In planning a gig that's Victorian,
Last year's line-up got me a worryin'.
What is authenticity
and how comes publicity
when they booked rock music and curry in?

<sigh>

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

Fear not, yon producer, I've seen in us
fests aplenty
whose wierdness doth steer the bus
simpler than you may think
just pour on lots of drink,
they'll think the wild combo ingenious

"Old Curry", they'll cry out, "of course!"
and rock tunes replete with due force
may just squeeze into place
smoke and mirrors, apace,
Ride On, Oxymoronic Horse!


[This message has been edited by Mr.Taxi Trix (edited 01-13-2002).]

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

an elephant freed of her past
forgets with panache what was cast
once most firmly in stone
two bold smiles set in bone
her tusks pierce the sky, built to last.

a godbird in drag, she deploys
laughter lifesong most fully employs
seven-armed Shiva, teases
walks away, slowly sneezes
whispered winter wandering enjoys.

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

Our Nick spread his light on the pitch,
from sponge ball to tennis ball switch.
Crowd: "Wow, a miracle!"
Nick: "Now a beer I'll pull."
He drank until Dawn, the old bitch.

[Jenny]

Banging my head in my shell
Craving a sun i know well
Bone shards, rickets
Grasping at tickets
To where a hot spirit can swell

[Jenny]

Hunkered and shriveled below
The darkness, the cold and the snow
Dreaming oceans of lava
In the steam of my java
As dagger-winds through my veins blow

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

I've had water from zen temple spray
drank the stars on a lawn late one day
but now nothing will do
but a long cup of you
companionship, frolic, and play.

[Lynneski]

In a taxi as steered by the muses
Poems spin from the wheels as it cruises
With whisperfine words
And blarneyful turds
We take a wild ride that amuses

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

There once was a lassie from Kitchener,
whose life was ok as a kittens' purr
like all of us quirks,
psychodog, with the works,
she had both an angel and bitch in her.


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Her parties were legend, you know
conversation and good food did flow
we regaled in the night
smoke rings sailed in their flight
to salute the proceedings, then go.


Lynne, Thanks.

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

There lived a cool juggler named Ned
who slept with six cats in his bed
whirring whiskers confounded
purring whispers rebounded
rolling round his astounded old head.

[clapchap]

yes torches provide plenty of thrills
but when your fuel knocks over and spills
many things catch alight
the public takes flight
leaving no money for hospital bills

(bummer)