Great American Novel Limerick
Huck’s a good-hearted boy, but he’s white
And has always heard slavery’s right.
Then friendship with Jim
On a raft causes him
To see things in a whole different light.
John Wilkes Booth
Julius Caesar with his brother
Taught him that assassination
Was entirely congruent
With his thespian vocation.
Holding mirrors up to nature
Or a gun to some pol’s head –
Either way this dedicated
Player aimed to knock ’em dead.
To see a World in a grain of sand
Is a trick that acidheads understand.
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold.
Check out the blonde in this month’s centerfold.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Or shall I grunt, “Me King Kong, you Fay Wray”?
I wandered lonely as a cloud,
Being somewhat modestly endowed.
If you have any comments on these poems, Chris O'Carroll would
be pleased to hear from you.