Blarney Castle, Ireland, on a very rainy day (18 May 2012).
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I cannot stop speaking in Limrick
A fact that makes my poor friends real sick.
For try as I wilt, I still speak with a lilt,
Since the Blarney stone I gave a big lick.
Mark Jasinski
/ August 15, 2012There once was a musician from Spokane
Whose fiddling was sadly a jokeane.
To Bach and to Handel
He could not hold a candle.
His Baroqueane was merely a tokane.
E Mack
/ August 15, 2012There once was a man named Norman
Who insisted he was a true Mormon
Not a believing fellow
But he did like green Jello
So he became a suitable spokesman.