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There once was a man from Montreal
Who couldn’t write limericks at all
It was such a crime
He could miss the obvious rhyme
At a linguistic shopping centre
There once was a fellow named Peter,much more than your average news reader!When he did opine,'twas really quite fineas it came from woofer and tweeter.They finally gave him a talk showalthough he was poor with a clock, sothe news and the sportstook it in the shortsand stop-sets were late from the getgo.When he would malign the dear felines,the listeners, to him, made beelines.His ratings, they soared,but callers grew boredand never filled up more than three lines.Still, they put on in Torontoand listeners took to him pronto.His "stuph file" they dug,though racially smug,they soon began calling him Tonto.And thus we return where we started.I'm sorry if some of this smarted.But Peter, my friend,all poems must end -- even one so clearly big-hearted.
Not everyone can write limericks,They seem like verse making gimmicks;Yet just get your rhymesOn 3 out of 5 linesAnd there are no further tricks
There once was a guy name of PeterNobody could ever be sweeterOn radio and TVFor the whole world to seeAnd don't forget twitter and tweeter.
Jamaica's a wonderful placeFeels like I'm up in spaceI could have so much funOf fun in the sunJamaica's a wonderful place.Sorry....wrote that in Grade Three.