If All Poems Were Limericks: The Charge of the Light Brigade

Happy 211th birthday to Alfred, Lord Tennyson

 

If All Poems Were Limericks:
The Charge of the Light Brigade
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

It isn’t our job to ask why
or make any other reply.
We do as we’re told
and it never gets old
if, after we do it, we die.

If All Poems Were Limericks: “The Cremation of Sam McGee,” by Robert Service

Sam froze while prospecting for gold.
I cremated him, as I’d been told,
In a boat by the shore.
When I opened the door,
He said, “What are you doing? It’s cold!”

Happy 146th birthday to Robert Service.

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