“Garth’s coming!” the plain people cried,
“For five nights!” that cowboy replied,
But it wasn’t to be,
He could only have three,
And that was how the music died.
John Moynes
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“Garth’s coming!” the plain people cried,
“For five nights!” that cowboy replied,
But it wasn’t to be,
He could only have three,
And that was how the music died.
John Moynes
It’s really quite the talent to be able to write a final line that completely upsets the rhythm of the limerick. Almost every day.
The rhythm of this one isn’t even close to a limerick either.
Wait it kinda does if you force words together.
Also “the plain people”? Wtf?
Myles na gCopaleen, obviously enough. Spare us your WTFs.
oooo, touchy. Still a(nother) rubbish limerick.
Heh. Every day I read them and every day I have to reread the last line with the emphasis on what I would see as the wrong word to make it work. In this one, you have to emphasise the word “the” before “music”.
Ahhhhhhh, he’s gas.
**patronising chuckle**
Can just point out there are no losers here. GB’s CD sales will go up, the pubs will do themed nights for the five nights, and the country fans will be happy.
How does going to a pub, getting sh!t drunk and listening to a bad karaoke differ from going to Croke Park and squinting to see GB?
A previous quote from Garth Brooks…
“Happiness isn’t getting what you want, it’s wanting what you got.”
Moynes writes a limerick a day,
about how many gigs Garth will play,
But he’s now out of breath,
cos he’s done it to death,
Broadsheet: “last week’s news, today”.
Give this guy a job, Broadsheet!