Comments on: Operatic Limerick

By: Mister Panty Buns

Mister Panty Buns — Thu, 13 May 2010 20:01:10 +0000

An eccentric soprano named Brett
Always wore panties on set.
He begged for a spanking,
Then started to wanking,
Got caned, hit his highest note yet.

By: Swisstoons

Swisstoons — Wed, 12 May 2010 14:12:58 +0000

An eccentric soprano named Brett
Was a hoary old opera vet.
She knew Mozart, Puccini,
Massenet and Rossini
Each of whom she’d the pleasure to have met!

By: Catherine

Catherine — Tue, 04 May 2010 21:14:49 +0000

An eccentric soprano named Brett
Quite enjoyed a “hand-rolled cigarette”
But in burst the fuzz
They ruined his buzz
Now his weed he must feed the toilet.

By: madkane

madkane — Tue, 04 May 2010 04:35:59 +0000

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By: Mark Kane

Mark Kane — Tue, 04 May 2010 04:25:39 +0000

An eccentric soprano named Brett
Was working at that evening’s Fete.
He must sing as you dine
And enjoy your fine wine,
Until he has paid off his debt.

By: KB

KB — Tue, 04 May 2010 04:21:48 +0000

Eeeks! It’s Lizzie Soprano Brett

An eccentric soprano named Brett
Had adopted a pizza as her stand-in pet
Her mind was on too many things
Including off-key piano strings
She partly ate her sauced over cheese-spread!

But leftovers of her pizza were NOT given to the wall lizard
Thus eagerly watching the chomping of the pizza on guard
But Miss Brett was playing the piano
The lizard could barely afford to say slurp, oh,
Impatient- he bit on the pizza, without a courteous “I beg your pard”

So when Missus Brett upon her former pet gazed
She was shocked, nay, mightily, dreadfully fazed
To see the said wall lizard
On the dinner plate pizzard
And with a swipe of her palm swept the offender, enraged

Thus, dear readers, be it known that Miss Brett
A drooling tongue upon her daintily laid dinner set
Opts now for eating the wall crawler
And is occasionally known to holler
In glee and ask for lizzie pizzie on her plate!

By: Ellen Garneau

Ellen Garneau — Tue, 04 May 2010 03:22:56 +0000

An eccentric soprano named Brett,
Found he really need not fret,
Since his voice was so high,
Wore a skirt, not a tie,
And fooled all the folks at the fete.

By: Steve Vitoff

Steve Vitoff — Tue, 04 May 2010 03:12:09 +0000

An eccentric soprano named Brett
Would never break out in a sweat
With scissors she’d run
Until day was done
Then spend nights playing Russian roulette

By: Steve Vitoff

Steve Vitoff — Tue, 04 May 2010 02:48:29 +0000

An eccentric soprano named Brett
Was dating the first clarinet
When he moistened his reed
He’d play nicely indeed
Until all of their woes they’d forget

By: K Bhattacharya

K Bhattacharya — Tue, 04 May 2010 02:46:50 +0000

An eccentric soprano named Brett
As the culprit she had obviously not met,
Of making errors in treble clef
A mistake too loud, for Brett was a little deaf
So the matter was resolved in masculine epithet!

But the soprano was a little wild- she would get
At all males, but on Brett her heart was really set
She would someday amplify
A middle C to decibels rather high
She would toot with her flute into the ears of Brett

And Brett discovered the soprano played a fandango
And clapped her hands to say ay ay ay ah ho sol le mi do
And the choir ladies raised their petticoats
And tapped their feet on glass floats
And they went tapitty tapitty clapitty clapitty on their toe

Alas, the soprano hired a guy with a megawatt amplifier
And encouraged him with amorous advances, highly improper
Desire, and asked him “O lover ping the tuning fork
And up the master volume control eh, Meestere York”
Whereupon the glass in the window pane flew off somewhere

So the soprano was without a house- the amplified sound
Had blown off the owner of the gadget, never to be found
And Brett was grinning and singing
In erroneous tones and bringing
Cacophony to the ears of the soprano’s home now dashed to the ground!