DEC 13, variant Nantucket limerick: zoophile from Nanoose

poetry lyrics:/ Had you heard? That recluse from Nanoose/ Doesn't take folks advice

 (he's obtuse)./ Zoophilic, he pairs/ Every evening with bears,/

 'Cause the neighborhood's run out of moose.

 

Such adventures show etiquette loose.

Authors' Note: You can find another daily offering on this blog dealing with zoophilia by clicking HERE.

Or, you could review our entire collection of spoof verses based on the iconic Nantucket limericks on our full-service blog 'Edifying Nonsense' by clicking HERE.
 

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DEC 11, planet-saving verse: drought

poetry lyrics:/ Our pert climatologist daughter/ Wrote her thesis, and change

was the fodder./ Now she travels about,/ Upbeat expert on drought,/ And she's never

 a fish out of water.

Authors' note: Additional information is available for readers in our illustrated poems about "drought", and "global warming").

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incidental photo (2023)

barrel cactuses

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DEC 9, basic medical science: hippocampus

poetry lyrics:/ Hippocampus? Here's what it is not:/ Neither haven

with bright hippos taught -- / nor a horse-camping focus/ But a grey-matter locus/

 Where our brains their new memories slot. 

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DEC 7, mythed opportunities: Galatea (and Pygmalion)

poetry lyrics:/ There's a sculptor from old Nicosia,/ Who recorded this worthy idea/

 (Help from Venus worth mention:/ Pygmalion's invention? /

Animation for nymph Galatea.  

Authors' Note: The ancient Greek myth about the Cypriot sculptor Pygmalion was recounted by the Roman poet Ovid in his epic work "Metamorphoses" in 8 CE. The name of Pygmalion's self-crafted ivory love-object was not recorded until French romanticists picked up the issue in the 19th century. In 1871, the British comic playwright W.S. Gilbert composed a modernized spoof in blank verse, "Pygmalion and Galatea", that became a successful hit, as did Pygmalion, George Bernard Shaw's 1913 theatrical contribution, and its musical and cinematic adaptations (1956 and 1964 respectively) known as My Fair Lady.

The illustration is taken from a drawing by Gerome done in preparation for his iconic painting "Pygmalion and Galatea".

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DEC 5, American satire: national pique

 

poetry lyrics:/ It's proclaimed from the peak of Denali,/ to the great Gulf of Mexico -- Golly!/
 Purge colonial shame:/ "Foreign" place names rename,/ Like New England,
 New York, Boston, Raleigh/ (Could be part of the prevalent Folly). 

Authors' Note: The reasons are not clear, but in Canada, compared to the US, a much smaller proportion of place-names are copies of names used geographically in the 'Old World'. The same also seems to be true for Australia and New Zealand. Just saying.

Folly Beach (name derived from an old English word for dense vegetation) is a seaside resort suburb of Charleston, South Carolina.

In the US, any proposed name-change would have to be reviewed by protocols of the Board of Geographic Names.

Mount Denali, at 6190m (20,310 feet), the loftiest peak in the United States, is discussed by the prodigious limericist SheilaB on the OEDILF website.

And, just in case you wanted to know for comparison, the loftiest peak in Canada is Mount Logan, at 5960m (19,550 feet).       

And for more views by Canadians on current related issues, poems in the series "Stand on Guard" can be viewed HERE.

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DEC 3, birdlore: bird droppings

poetry lyrics:/ There's a spurious phrase you'll have heard:/ In this case,

 the word turd is absurd./ There's nothing that's stopping/ You saying

bird dropping --/ It's the term that's (by birders) preferred.

 

Authors' Note: Although its use appears cute, employing the term bird-turd might display your ignorance. The appropriate expression is pronounced as BEHRD drahp-ing in usual discussions.

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DEC 1, what's up? contrails

poetry lyrics 1:/ FLuffy contrails (white streaks) cross our sky,/ Puzzling 'experts',

 perplexed as to why/ (Passing jets condense vapour/ It purports

 in the paper) --/ They're perceived with one's very own eye.

poetry lyrics 2:/ Ghastly chemtrails might cause our demise --/

Nasty toxins get dumped in our skies./ ...... ...

 Truth is known, undisclosed. No surprise.

Author's Note: In previous verses at OEDILF, there has been a discussion of contrails, and of chemtrails, the latter directly related to the collaboration of conspiracy theorists. 

 

Conspiracy theories have also been discussed elewhere on this site  as shown HERE.

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NOV 30, singable satire, original lyrics: "TTC VOICES"

 Today's Offering (Feb 20, 2025):  SINGABLE SATIRE

ORIGINAL SONG (music and lyrics)

MELODY: generic railway song (chorus similar to "New River Train")

LYRICS: Giorgio Coniglio, January 2013; performed at the Corktown Ukulele Jam. 

 PAODY-SONGLINK: To find ukulele and guitar chord-charts to help you accompany "TTC VOICES" on your favorite instrument, click HERE.

GLOSSARY of TORONTO INTERSECTIONS:
AVenue Rd and DAVenport Rd 
CARLeton St and PARLiament St
GERrard St and SHERbourne St
YORK St and Queen's QUAY
KEELE St and STEELES Ave
UNIVERSITY Avenue and COLLEGE St.
KING St and QUEEN St, main streets that run parallel through the downtown, then intersect where they cross the Don River

TTC VOICES  

(Chorus)
We're riding the Red Rocket - TTC
It's the urban transportation mode for me.
When I die, don't make a fuss

Waive the hearse I'll take the bus !
I'm a discount-senior transit devotee.

(Voice #1)
Near my penthouse flat at Av and Dav
Castled hills and toney shops and trats are what you have.
To avoid those traffic fines,
I speed up Spadina Line,
 And save my dime for trips to Waikiki.

(Chorus) 
We're riding the Red Rocket  - TTC
It's the trusted transportation grid for me.
I would only jump on GO
To get west past Mimico
I'm a discount-senior transit devotee.

(Voice #2)
Beside the hillside farm at Carl and Parl 
Where streetcars veer toward the Valley, squeal but seldom snarl
As at other petting zoos
You'll hear bleats neighs, oinks and moos
But look down and see stalled traffic from afar.

(Chorus)        
We're riding the Red Rocket - TTC
It's the urban transportation mode for me.
I would only take a cab
To get laid out on a slab
I'm a discount-senior transit devotee.

(Voice #3)
I camp out in the park near Ger and Sher
Where what we smoke and drink and introduce ain't always pure.
I can't dance that shelter jive,
I'm just trying to survive,
Please spare me change for lunch and TTC.

(Chorus)
We poor folks, we may still need to commute,
Though paying higher mil-rates you taxpayers may not suit -
Homeless, school-kids, unemployed,
Nanny for great-uncle Floyd,
 We're all discount urban transit devotees. 

(Voice #4)
I perch above the Lake at York and Quay (kway? kwhy?) 
Where yachts are docked you see so many towers block the sky,
Angels, Orioles, Jays and owls
Watch for Sky-Dome balls hit foul,
While the Mariners, Rays and Pirates sail the seas (the harbour?)

(Chorus)
We're riding the Red Rocket - TTC
It's the urban transportation mode for me.
I could start up my old tank,
But I'd rather walk the plank,
Or even watch old ballgames on TV.

(Voice #5)
Back home in my large garage near Keele and Steeles
Where life, as it rolls on, is sure dependent on 4 wheels;
SUVs and mowing grass,
I could use relief from gas,
Earth and I would fare much better - TTC.

(Chorus)
You too could ride Red Rocket into town.
It's the eco-friendly way to keep those greenhouse gases down.
You'll reduce your income tax,
Just submit your Metro-Pass
Labelled " new suburban subway devotee"

(Voice #6)
It's our Physics lunch at University--
College-cars accelerate, but seldom approach 'c'.
 We learn "Think, therefore I am",
Munch your sandwich on the tram,
It's where Einstein dreamed up relativity.
   
(Chorus) 
Looking down the track what can we see?
A better system for posterity.
We should work on frequent trains, 
And forget the 'gravy-stains',
Let's perfect our city's gem, the TTC.

(Voice #7)
My Queen-, your King sees how it ought to be,
It's signed and sealed and witnessethed in my last Will-and-T,
When my time is done and gone,
Strew my ashes cross the Don,
Donate my last token to the TTC.

(Chorus)
We're riding the Red Rocket - TTC
It's the urban transportation mode for you and you and me.
When we die, don't make a fuss
Waive the hearse; we'll take the bus !
We're all discount-senior transit devotees.

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NOV 29, folio-entry, couples: bust of lovers

 

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NOV 25, submitted palindromes, RANDOM PILES 47

 

You have reached the "Submitted Palindromes" thread on the blog "Daily Edifying Nonsense", a light literary entity that emanated through the blogosphere daily (almost), i.e. 30 times per month. Unfortunately, due to advancing age and other limitations, the frequency of posting on this site has been reduced to 15x times per month as of 2025.

  On the 25th of each month you will still find a slide-filling group of palindromic phrases submitted to the editors by a panel of 7 palindromists. These folks have all been working on this project since January 2020. The personal profiles for each of these contributors are displayed in panels published here at the start of things, and then, we have asked them to provide (palindromically, of course) their views on one of the iconic items in the classic literature, starting with "A man, a plan, a canal -- Panama", continuing with other well-known phrases, such as "Dennis sinned". Otherwise, their contribution will be grouped in monthly random piles (a phrase that you might recognize as an anagram of the word p-a-l-i-n-d-r-o-m-e-s).

You can access this delightful entertainment right here by entering submitted palindromes in one of the two search bars at the top of this post and scrolling downwards through the wordplay posts that you will discover, OR, just follow the links indicated above.