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The Waste Land Limericks
Wendy Cope

I
In April one seldom feels cheerful;
Dry stones, sun, and dust make me fearful;
Clairvoyantes distress me,
Commuters depress me--
Met Stetson and gave him an earful.

II
She sat on a mighty fine chair,
Sparks flew as she tidied her hair;
She asks many questions,
I make few suggestions--
Bad as Albert and Lil--what a pair!

III
The Thames runs, bones rattle, rats creep;
Tiresias fancies a peep--
A typist is laid,
A record is played--
Wei la la. After this it gets deep.

IV
A Phoenician named Phlebas forgot
About birds and business--the lot.
Which is no surprise
Since he'd met his demise
And been left in the ocean to rot.

V
No water. Dry rocks and dry throats.
Then thunder, a shower of quotes
From the Sanskrit and Dante
Da. Damyata. Shantih.
I hope you'll make sense of the notes.