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Sunday Limericks

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Salvador Dalí – The Persistence of Memory

The Golden Bear
There once was a bear made of gold
Who lived amongst the snow and the cold
Each time he stepped the gold shone
Like a king’s royal throne
This rare bear was a fine sight to behold!

The Pious Moralist
There once was a pious moralist
Who condemned even the most virtuous kiss
She screamed at the children who played
And castigated her maid
Now when she dies she’s one no one will miss!

Killing Time
There once was a man with a skill:
Everything he touched he would kill
So when he put his thumb on a clock
It became as dead as a rock
And thus he made Time stand still!

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Sunday Limericks

Salisbury Cathedral from the Meadows 1831 by John Constable 1776-1837
John Constable – Salisbury Cathedral from the Meadows exhibited 1831

The Enchanted Tomb
There once was an enchanted tomb
Which rose from a graveyard’s gloom
And it caused great delight
When it flew through the night
Before the bright shining white moon.

The Blind Witch
There once was a witch who could fly
But she was blind in both of her eyes
She flew with a cane made of bone
That was as white as sea foam
And she was at ease in the darkest of skies.

The Rainbow’s End
There once was a rainbow’s end
Which leprechauns did diligently tend
They planted a garden of gold coins
That any man could purloin
If they could but find where that colored light did descend.

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The Gold Miner’s Industry

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Sebastião Salgado – Gold

Under the naphtha torch’s light lie tailings of ore.
Shadows flicker on a collapsed mine shaft
Which fell one night like a melancholy piano score
On men whose lungs tore each time they laughed.

And here the mercury man’s shop stands on mud.
His skin’s peeling off. His ankles are deathly thin.
He washes gold in a mercury-filled pan of wood
Then sets that metal in fire to burn away its silver skin.

What will become of him?
He will work for little, until he dies.
He will lie, cold and grim,
Amid the gold that draws our eyes.