A Town in Ireland II
The OEDILF has opened up more letters (ai- to ar-), which set me off again.
Historical Note: I’ve now copied all of these to another part of the site for easier updating and maintenance; some of these early versions are a bit rough around the edges.
If you want a rodent of beauty
The best you can get’s an agouti
It’s an awfully big
Species of guinea pig
And my goodness me, it’s a cutie
A Christian says, “Go, Jesus, go!”
While atheists say, “There’s no God, no.”
But rather less caustic
Is someone agnostic
Who just says, “Oh, I wouldn’t know.”
Astronauts, please all take note:
The things into space that you tote
Which stay safe and sound
Way down here on the ground
In agravic conditions, float.
The bitter-sweet taste, aigre-doux
Is passable in a French roux
But it’s a mistake
To eat aigre-doux cake
So don’t you be too eager to.
One word with an undeserved taint
Has to be the infamous “ain’t”
It’s all we have got
To shorten “am not”
As “amn’t” is awfully quaint
For alcohol, look for a sign
That says “Beer and Spirits” or “Wine”
Then drink it down quick
Before you feel sick
Until then, it tastes mighty fine
x2 + 2y = 1
–a x 15,000,000
√c
7i – b
My goodness, ain’t algebra fun!
A person of a foreign race
Or little green being from space
Whatever their kind
In each case you’ll find
An alien’s not from your place
The terribly big and the small
The short and the awfully tall
The whole of creation
Has this designation:
The word for the lot of it’s “all”.
The alphabet (Roman) is set
And has been for ages; and yet
It could be much better
With an extra letter
But twenty-six is all you get.
