On a wet day (with time to waste)

[jack.h...@gmail.com]

A child looked up in the sky,
And said, "It's so blue, Mum, but why?"
"Well, blue scatters more
(There's this power of four),
So it rarely comes straight to your eye."

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As acid rain falls on the leaves,
And Mother Earth quietly grieves,
These blasted pollutants
Will make us all mutants,
And our kids will wear coats with three sleeves.

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On a merry-go-round in the night,
Coriolis was shaken with fright.
Despite how he walked,
'Twas like he was stalked,
By some fiend always pushing him right.

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Jack

[Len]

Very good Jack. I like the Coriolis limerick particularly.

Here is one of my favourite four- liners:

The rain it raineth on the just
But also on the unjust fella,
But mainly on the just
Because the unjust steals the just's umbrella.

Len

from a very wet Wembury