While singing an opera by Strauss (in fact, it was Die Fledermaus) I delighted the hordes While treading the boards And completely brought down the whole house.
The choirmaster asked for staccato. The chorister sang it legato. And his final top C, Sounded more like a B - There's a chance he might end up castrato
While Pablo was singing some Strauss (It might have been Die Fledermaus) I swung the iron ball Knocked out the front wall And completely brought down the whole house.
What I'd call a # Hidden texthash sign, I've found, Americans mostly call # Hidden textpound Though in C♯ Hidden textsharp it warps To look like ## Hidden textoctothorps. And would # Hidden texthex in Malaysia astound?
"When landing on water", they said, (and presumably not being dead) "Remove your jacket from its packet and place it over your head." The last three lines are, word for word, part of the script for Ryanair's safety demonstrations, which sound like part of a Limerick every time I hear them (>50 times in the last four years), even though the scansion is, admittedly, a bit stretched.
[penelope] Heard it again today on the way back to GC from England, and have to make a small correction: it's "Remove the jacket". Doesn't help the scansion though.
Another from a friend... This young man at graduate school Did find a red ring ‘round his tool He went to a clinic The doctor was cynic: ”Can´t you see it´s just lipstick your fool!”
The proper version... There was a young girl from Aberystwyth Who took grain to the mill to get grist with But the miller's son Jack Lay her flat on her back And united the organs they pissed with. The first "y" in Aberystwyth is actually a schwa. Too bad
I've been a wild rover, I fear But the end of my roving draws near For I'm clean out of dosh And I drink orange squash 'Cos my insides were ruined by beer
The first valve is pressed firmly down And the music it moves round and round Then it comes out from here In a tone bright and clear (It began as a lip-farting sound)
I've a love of the tenor trombone And in that I don't think I'm alone For some it's The Valve That's their musical salve It's The Slide that puts me in The Zone
Eye of Newt, Wing of Bat, Leg of Frog Anne of Cleves, John o' Groats, Hair of Dog Add lemon 'til sour Then stir for an hour Drink down fast, and then run for the bog
I wrote this following my first reading of Watership Down - many moons ago .. Intuition, sixth sense, second sight Thus the panic began before light An atmosphere foreign In their once homely warren Became reason enough for their flight
Infra Red Spectroscopy From messing with quantums we glean That symmetrical modes can't be seen Asymmetrical change Dipole moments derange And a sharp peak's revealed to the keen.
Raman Spectroscopy A laser makes the bonds vibrate Just like infra red does. But wait! With a polarized glow Only symetric modes show Which chemists find a useful traitBecause when both techniques are used on the same sample it can remove the need for dicking around with bond extinction coefficients and make structural analysis a matter of mental ball-and-stick topography. Result!
"Let's go to the ice-cap" he said. "We're British! We can't end up dead!" Well, the ice got a grip So we cut up the ship What we needed by then was a sled.
A question both deep and profound Is whether a circle is round In a paper by Erdös Written in Kurdish A counterexample is found Not mine, this one, of course