Drunken Monk
On hearing a story about 'Auto-Brewery Syndrome ( ABS)
There once lived
An incontinent monk
He never drinks
But still
He gets drunk
The doctors
Were flummoxed
For he
Brews beer
In his
Stomach
Now they
All want
To squeeze out
His trunks!
Comments
When Thale and I sit down to chat
(And drink in Hillbillys - me coffee in mug, she Earl Grey in china teacup)
We do not know what will come out
Serious or perhaps silly
Like you say Ruth let the mind wander and follow it around. See what it comes back with........
?
Lingering Taste
Frequent peeing
frothy brew
thirsty thief
steals bottle
little knowing
Monks beer.
Ha,ha Cheers Hugh no it's fine. My piece here is more of an unofficial sounding limerick. I like working with the sound of something that formulates in my mind. It's how I create my work. It means that this Ruth who writes to you now, did not sit down and say ' right, let's write a poem about a drunk Monk'. I never consciously decide what is coming next, that is why you will find so many different types of poetic creativity on my blog.
Glad to inspired you to create another piece though Hugh, I have coined this type of inspiration ' Russian Doll Effect' the poem within the poem, within the poem.
My first Limerick,inspired by yourself.I can extract it{delete it} if you find it a bit scary.Had the wrong tooth taken out once by a dentist.Interesting to find there are two completely different meanings for the word "lie."
There was once a young lady called Ruth,
Who would always tell us the truth.
But one day she did lie
At the dentist, she did cry,
When he extracted the wrong tooth.
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Ruth O'Reilly
Wed 23rd Oct 2019 18:59
The thought of a thirsty thief not knowing what the beer was does make me laugh Nigel