The final frontier

There once was a loony who stood in
A bucket of rancid rice pudding,
No one really knew why
(Though to find out, they'd die!)
So they guessed that he'd just put his foot in
It.

There was a young lass of Dorset
With interpretations she used to force it
It was so contrived
No matter how hard she strived
She couldn't fit the text in her corset.

There's no one quite like Thatcher
And I'm sure you will agree
There's no one who can match her
Except for Bill Pertwee.

        to be continued

(I'm too tired to write anything (un)helpful in here.)

THE FINAL FRONTIER = {a pointy-eared face with a third ear between its eyes}

? Neither.

Inconsequential indigestion

This limerick never did display much sanity
It has no brain, and it is less than jaunty
Although it has fish and oil
It has no liver at all —
Allusion ate it with a nice Chianti.   ⁰/₁₀

There once was a limerick which didn't rhyme or scan
And was unnaturally preoccupied with its own internal organs
Its otherness insistent
Was less than consistent (rhymes)
And altogether gave language itself indigestion.   ¹¹/₁₀

A limerick self referential
Appeared to have formal potential
But though form is content
The form of this one went
On tedious and inconsequential. (True)   ⁰/₀

By contrast this last of the four
Has a plot line you cannot ignore
From the Fall to Salvation
And in flashback — Creation —
It still proves a bit of a bore. (Hēllò)   93.2%

What did you think?

Codliver Oil! Codliver Oil! Codliver Oil and String!

Paper the light blue touch and ignite previously

Eat the idiom! Hair soup! Jugged fly!

Fish saucer, buttress machine

Blankety ping, Pinkety bong, Plinkey plonk, Blankety BANG

Mechanical writing

Blue the paper light and touch interminably

Ooo! What did you think I meant?

Did you think I? But only as the U of I or the I of U.
I meant? Good question.
Think I meant? Let's not disturb the cogito.
Ooo! What did you? You don't have to prove anything.
What did you think? Words! Words! Words!
Did you think?