Thursday, March 10, 2005

White Fly Haiku, and Limerick Too

Pharyngula: White Lady

a) One Use for God

Pale as the dawn clouds,
a god descends for a while
on rice-paper wings.

Since he is tiny,
I pluck him from his orbit;
now, he feeds the fish.

b) He Had a Brain the Approximate Size and Colour of a Dandruff-Flake

There once was a fruit-fly so white
He gleamed like a firefly by night.
He tried to confide
In a light-bulb, and died;
(Sadly, he wasn't too bright.)


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