22 Quotes by Bernie Morris

Astro TypesAries is the forward typeHe doesn’t lose his headExcept when charging headlong inWhere “Angels fear to tread”.Taurus has a pretty faceAnd likes her comfort best.She’ll eat you out of house and homeThen take the longest rest.

Jack and JohnJack Spratt was much too fatJohn Spratt was far too leanAnd so between the two of themThey made a dreadful scene.Jack Spratt got stuck inside the doorWhile John fell down a drainAnd what with all the noise they madeThe neighbours did complain.

How beautiful the universeWhat little we can seeThe shimmering starsThe silver moonThe timeless melody.Are we goldfish in a bowlDoomed eternallyTo swim around our little worldAnd think it is the sea?And that we are the masters?

Bobby's back yard hadn't changed since she was knee-high. It was still littered with bicycle bits and pieces of engine that he was always tinkering with. It looked like the same relentless weeds bravely struggled through the cracked flagstones; the same array of socks and T-shirts flapped on the washing line, though somewhat bigger, and even the same wasps droned around the dustbin. That's how it seemed – a place immune to time.

Times change and people change, and you can never go back to the way things were and find them to be the same - they won't be.

In my house, to this very day, in the bottom of a deep drawer, wrapped in a plastic bag to guard against time and dust - lies a white, fluffy, toy bear. It has blue glass eyes. Sometimes I take this out of its wrapper, just to hold it, and remember…And that is all that remains in this world - of the sweetest thing.

Times change and people change - and you can never go back to the way things were and find them to be the same - they won't be.

Since my school days when I accidentally discovered this form of verse called ‘Limerick’, I have often wondered about the origin of the name. Was it invented in Ireland perhaps? After some research and several years, I think not. The limerick must have been invented long before it reached the jocular pubs of Limerick in Ireland where the Irish undoubtedly made very good use of it whilst consuming copious amounts of Guinness.

It pains me to see how modern society has totally corrupted the limerick and given it the reputation of lewdness which, in turn, has morally barred our children from even taking a peek into this wonderful form of fun and rhythm. I think Edward Lear would turn in his grave if he knew that.I have therefore decided to reinvent the limerick as it was originally intended: to poke fun, irreverence, just plain daftness, or erroneous behaviour.