Rhyme Thyme

Our good friend Wagga makes excellent points. Where's Benoit™ for a start.

Were these rhythms more etched in my brain
You would not be obliged to complain,
But I must post this query
In prose, oh so dreary;
My efforts at lim'ricks were vain.

Yes I quiver, I shiver in fear
Of the erudite mavens who're here.
Will you bloody my nose
If I post this in prose?
If you're nice, I will call you "my dear."

Isaac Asimov, an ardent limericist, once noted that "Tocatta and fugue
in D minor" had an anapestic rhythm, but said he could not come up with
a good limerick featuring it. Has the problem been solved?

Toccata and fugue in D minor?
Bach never wrote anything finer.
It entered his mind
As he cut off the rind
Of the rasher at Uncle Mort's diner.

Tiddy Ogg of quaint name is a dear.
(He posts very often right here.)
He looked not down his nose
At my butt-ugly prose
But he sent me an answer. Oh cheer!

A programming whizz-kid called Bright,
Once got his computer to write
His own Ode ToJoy...
It served to annoy,
His Bach was much worse than his byte.

While dozing off in my recliner,
I thought there ain't no music finer
Than "rap' or "hard rock"
Or that thing by Bach,
"Toccata and fugue in D minor".

That there rhyme was writ tongue-in cheek,
While in bed with young Dominique...
Please know it ain't true
Or otherwise you
All will think that I'm some kinda freak!

"Tocatta and fugue in D minor",
Oh, nothing could ever be finer,
All I do is quote it,
But J.S. Bach wrote it,
On his napkin, at lunch, in a diner.