Niamh, when modeling for one Soho hosier,
hadn't quite fastened a crucial closure.
On the catwalk, she tripped;
both her skirt and slip dipped,
but quick wit spared her from full exposure.
A barn owl in groves near Khartoum
would often confuse "whoo" and "whoom".
Rankled by his wife's mocking,
he at last just stopped talking;
wiser now, he just winks—and stays stumm.
To a critic who wrote for The Echo
came choice words from the painter El Greco:
"What you know about art
would fit in a fart.
You jus' a big pain in da necko."
Not deigning for more wine to wait,
the Marquis lay siege to his plate,
but a large chunk of duck
in his windpipe got stuck—
now he rests in peas and roast potat'.
(Fetch a poultice and leeches, Dr Heimlich!)
A charlatan hawked oil of snake
urging gullible rubes to partake
it for chillblains and warts
and ills of such sorts—
and his tinctures cured some by mistake!
(Still, the law sent him up as a fake.)
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A moderne of the name Celia Trent
caught all eyes at a Soho event,
but her parachute pants
caught the wind; and in France
they still talk of her sudden descent.
#microprompt ( @FrostPoem )
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A habit of Vasco da Gama's
was to dress his dog up in pajamas
with a cape of 'good hope,'
a small gift from the Pope,
while the slippers and cap were his momma's.
(2022.4.8)
#LimerickRhyme: pajamas
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