Agra Limerick

A magician & driver from Agra
was master of the abracadabra.
He'd get forty in a car...
(with a hook and crowbar.)
Told he could get ten more outside, said, "Huh?"

Tomb of the Diver [Lyric Poem]

Plunging into darkness,
there is no other way.
In the tomb-like silence,
the mind begins to stray.

To roam, to roam, to roam,
or does it simply sink;
with neither light nor eyes,
one might just be hoodwinked.

Slovak Limerick

There was a young man from Slovakia
who wheedled his way into the mafia,
but he couldn't run smack
or conduct a "whack."
So, he trafficked fake caviar from Sofia.

A Place of Death [Rubāʿī]

I walk past row on row of granite stones.
The grass is usually freshly mown,
but lately vegetation doesn't seem to grow,
and so, I kneel where seeds have been sown.

What the Grass Loves [Haiku]

a cold, rainy day,
but the green grass thrives --
well-watered / air fresh

Helsinki Limerick

There was a cafe owner from Helsinki
whose coffee shop was often called "dinky."
"You must pack them in --
the fat and the thin --
to save on heating, not to be kinky."

San Ignacio Limerick

An Italian chef living in San Ignacio
invented a cereal he called Nazi-O's.
Be careful which way
you spell sobriquets
so you don't make ignoble, San Ignacio.

Fig in the Wall [Lyric Poem]

It doesn't need wide open spaces.
It doesn't need direct sunlight.
No bark-wide chasm through the tombstone --
Gardner, leave that tree alone.

Hey, Gardner, leave that tree alone!
All in all, it's just another fig in the wall.
All in all, we're just a bunch of figs in the wall. 

Tallinn Limerick

There was a young lady from Tallinn
who'd go to the beach, but not swim.
"Baltic beaches may be brisk,
but swimming adds the risk
that you'll leave behind one or two limbs."

Lopburi Limerick

There was a hasty driver from Lopburi
who wasn't fond of the residents, furry.
"Get off my damn back
about the macaques,
they lollygag whenever I'm in a hurry!"