Limericks And Corks:
I’m Sitting Upon This ’Ere Train


I’m sitting upon this ’ere train
with muzak defeeling my brain—
a twang and a twiddle
about a tax fiddle—
somehow it isn’t the same.

poem

88-89

arts & ego
dish dosh
© & licence

Introduction
There Was A Young Lady From Venus
A Newspaper Editor Saidmay offend language bigots
I’m Sitting Upon This ’Ere Train
’twas Ten Years Ago To This Day
There Once Was A Cat And A Dog
Look Back To The Romany Times
There Was A Young Man In A Bed
There Once Was A Bureaucrat
There Was A Young Man From Nantucketmay offend language bigots
There Once Was A Monday On Tuesday
It Wasn’t What I Really Expected
Assam