MPR 2002 Limerick Contest Submissions Set 20

My date for the Fair was Von Bingen
And off we went a-singin'
But she met Gustav Mahler
Said, "I'll give you a holler"
And now my poor heart is a -stingin'

Willard Shapira, Minneapolis, MN

In Dessau not many turnstiles,
Separate folks into paying files.
Kurt didn't want to pay,
Even three pennies that day,
And asked Lotte to use all her wiles.

William Smith, Bemidji, MN

In the barns we find lots of hay,
And pigs, chickens and rabbits today.
But Aaron Copeland you shant,
'Cause the smell makes him faint,
So you'll find him upon the Midway.

William Smith, Bemidji, MN

George! George! yelled out Mrs. Gershwin,
When her hubby was nowhere to be seen.
With her dog on a stick,
She ran lickity-split,
By the tractors; he loves those machines!

William Smith, Bemidji, MN

There was a composer named Bach
Who kept all his cash in a sock.
He missed out on the Fair when his sock wasn't there.
He wishes that he'd bought a lock.

Wayne Tellekson, Mendota Heights, MN

You've heard, no doubt of Herr Brahms
Who wrote airs and music to psalms
To get to the fair when his cashbox was bare,
He was reduced to begging for alms.

Wayne Tellekson, Mendota Heights, MN

Sir Motzart was such fun but crazy
At times he was said to be lazy
He loves the state fair
Though dead, he's still there
his ghost, dancing to Daisy Head Maisy

Rebecca Spartz, Minneapolis, MN

They got into the Fair for a nickel,
But Telemann's attention was fickle.
So while Telemann dosed,
Mr. Handel composed
A Concerto for Horn and Dill Pickle.

Jan Belshan, St. Paul, MN

So Bach ate some walleye and soy,
His stomach kept saying: "Oh boy!"
He went to the barn,
And stepped in some charm,
Declared: "This Ode has no Joy."

David Peterson, Grand Marais, MN

If I could write songs like John Hiatt,
Now that would be a riot!
His tunes filled with wry irony
Fill me with creative envy
My work can't compare no matter how I try it!

Mike Barzacchini, Barrington, IL