Alas, sometimes the limitations of Twitter are all too apparent. The follow-up to my previous VMs limerick simply refuses to be shoehorned inside the 140 character limit:-
A dodgy bookdealer called Wilfrid
Hotly denied he had pilfered
Or hoaxed, faked or shammed
His “Book Of The Damned”
(That he’d bought off a geezer in Ilford)
Alternatively…
Did the Emperor purchase “The Voynich”
For 600 ducats of coinage?
Perhaps he had hoped
It described a strange soap
That would cure his mysterious groin itch!
Ah well, perhaps blogs aren’t so bad after all! 🙂
On the ‘net there is really no telling
Which site is in fact the most swelling
With knowledge and such
All pertaining to much
Of the theories thought up by Nick Pelling
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A website whose plight is informing
The sheeple lured into the torment
Or the “curse”, if you will
Caused by the stand-still
Of the current researchers’ performing.
…it was the best I could do on a whim.
Things lurch here from bad to worse
From “The Curse” to “The Curse of the Curse”
Can there be any thought
(Be it Twitter-ly short)
That’s far too perverse for a verse?
You can tattoo these words on your belly:
“The Voynich was written by Kelley”
If you say: that can’t be,
you don’t have to trust me.
You will see it all soon on the telly.
😉
Oh no – don’t say it’s a hoax,
Or one of Dee’s practical jokes!
If your Austrian crew
Think Rugg is right too,
Watch aghast as the mailing list chokes!
Those hoax theorists in their grey cliques
Propose our minds often play tricks
Was the VMs really
Constructed so queerly?
That’s as improbable as The Matrix!
Imagine the best situation:
Where people not just in your nation,
But all over the world
All their ideas hurled
Like an intellectual donation
Whatever turns out to be true
About all the manuscript’s clues
I’m certain we’ll all
When the answer us halt
Spiral into the bluest of moods
For we’ve gotten used to this status
Of obsessing over the lattice
Of hints, tips and signs
Skimming line after line
Of the same old unreadable manus …script
Damn it.
One should celebrate marvellous feats, or
Else no-one would go down that street, sir!
We’ve all played our part
So let’s hope from the heart
We’ve each earned our thin slice of the pizza!
The truth, when it does come our way
may, who knows? fill us all with dismay;
but I can’t guarantee
how soon that will be.
For now, ‘note the smiley’ I say.
🙂 !