Here’s today’s gratuitous Voynich limerick (stop me if you’ve heard it before):-

A microscope gives you a two-fold
Clue to the secrets of true gold
You need it to write
Baconian sh!te
And you need it to read it like Newbold

Rather less meaningfully, here’s a Voynich-related “asemic” (defined as ‘having no specific semantic content’, so make of it what you will, quite literally) poem that popped up onto the web a few days ago. Though it fails to tease with my brand of appalling rhymes, it does have a charm of its own. Enjoy! 🙂

4 thoughts on “Asemic Voynich poem…

  1. Adolf Hochhaltinger on December 15, 2009 at 7:22 pm said:

    Great! I love this one!

  2. The authoress of odd patronymic
    Spews out strange verse asemic.
    It’s little of Voynich,
    More of Dada coinage,
    And new and old medicine a mimic!

  3. Come now, you can’t judge a fish by its bicycle, can you? 🙂

  4. This Beinecke book’s a conundrum
    Attracting the wise, mad and humdrum
    But whatever you think, we’ll accuse you of drink
    Each certain that he’s the panjandrum.

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