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! 🙂
Great! I love this one!
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!
Come now, you can’t judge a fish by its bicycle, can you? 🙂
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.