assorted nonsense limericks*

mister w buffet sat on his tuffet
eating his curd and whey
when down came equity prices
and scared off investors
prompting him to buy a huge chunk of B of A

(apologies, this isn't a limerick by definition but a rip off from the well-known nursery rhyme lil miss muffet)
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Naoto was the premier of Japan
his credentials were incredibly bland
himself he’d pledged to remove
if his quake budget was approved
making him the first Kan to get himself canned
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a renowned central banker named Bernanke
whose policy in life was monetary
one evening a nightmare he had
covered entirely in cold sweat
dreaming the dollar’d fallen to yuan parity
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there’s a manager of funds called gilligan
whose talent was obviously foreign
he’d rip reports apart
turning skill to high art
yet colleagues found working with him just gruellin’
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there was a limerick-writer named Cole
whose work-life was exceedingly droll
penning letters to clients
seemed less art than science
unlike his ditties, were no park in which he'd stroll
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there was an old man from Minami
who appeared to all so foolhardy
he stood in the blustery pizzle
refusing to admit that the drizzle
had turned into a class five tsunami
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ozzie was an aussie mozzie suicidal
his red bandana screamed Kamikaze Idol
he flew to all the way to the sun
determined to crash and burn
or die trying like a moth in the flame of a candle
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lettie was a lover of latte
she could drink it any time night or day
bouncing off walls like a fiend
all pepped up with caffeine
that she would karaoke loudly to the wee hours, Gambatte!







* written in the distant past