By Acorne Oakley (and the several poets ofcourse) While cleanin my burrow....I happened ta run across a pile of neatly-folded papers. Bein a lil curious I had ta stop cleanin, sit down and read what I must have folded and put away fer safe keepin....and then I saw them luvericks from the February OAKS! OH my!!! With all that's been goin on since then ...like Bullroarer Took Day, Lone Bards Nite at the Dragon, Miss Penina's Salmon Run, and all the yard parties...well ya no how I luv parties wit my friends... I plumb fergot about writin them all t'gether fer the Gazette....and that dear editor not once prodded me, believin I wood get ta it sumday soon....or maybee he fergot all about it two?? Well...I gots ta do this now...the cleanin will just have ta wait awhile longer!  Fer those who werent there....on February 23rd we in Oldfurlong along wit our visitin friends was treated ta a grand show wit the Evendim Hillbillies and their guest...the extra-special and my personal favorite... Miss Emylou Haggins. We was treated ta music both lively and lovely...which made us smile and even brought a tear ta many a cheek wit all the luverly luv songs. I must add my heartfelt thanks fer the special song Janco and Pete wrote fer me *hugs ta ya both* Gettin back ta the pile of neatly-folded papers..here be many fine limericks smitted by the folks that nite! Like our only luverick from an eluf...Master Finsamidor: Miss, my love is not as bitter as an orange onion And that's not just my opinion. You can ask any lass, She'd tell: he'll pass. So, please let me be your stallion. And anuther from Master Everbrock: Me old Gammer she suffers with bunions Now me Gaffer he cured his own ones So each night before bed Every day since they wed He scrubs her feet with ale and green onions And one from an old gaffer Quillo who didnt quite remember the rules: There once was a lass from Nantuckett Who couldn't carry a tune in a bucket She tried and tried to sing in pitch But finally gave up and said, *** fateful pause *** "Oh, drat!" And anuther one from a member of the band..Janco: I once gave my loved one an onion. She then shared with me her opinion: "I love you so much but only would touch that thing as last food in a dungeon!"Now ta the results of the luverick contest : A lass from Overhill way Was peeling an onion one day Her beau saw her cry And muttered 'Oh My!' 'I've upset her; I'd best go away!' Second place was the poem king himself...Master Simbo Rumblebelly He gazed at the Lass's blue eyes The Lad swore he'd love 'til he died But not lips, nor her feet That the Lad found so sweet But how she baked onions in pies First place was so difficult ta decide we had ta give three first place prizes!!! 1-- ya all no her ..ya all luv her..Miss Lina Willowwood: There once was a young hobbit lad Whose love life was tragic and bad It just made him cry As he said with a sigh "My onion is making me sad!" 1-- a young lad named Hadosuld who be two shy ta let me put his poem in the paper tho I tried ta get it fer ya *sighs* 1-- Miss Twynk wit her 'double' luverick: I calls this here limerick .....The Wicked Strong Onion cuz...that’s wut it be about, uf course!! There once were an onion so strong That them minstrels had written a song Cuz it surely did reek Worse then cabbage er leeks And the farmers knowed sumfin went wrong As hard as they tugged it And smacked it and dug it It would not come loose from the ground They could stand it no longer "Til they found sumfin stronger And fed it ter a skunk, they did!!! -the end- Thanks ta everyone who entered..these be a mighty fine bunch of luvericks!!! Warm hugs ta ya ..one and all, Acorne Oakley |
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