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Cryptic Poem 003: Dirty Limericks

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Nice easy ones this month. I am sure you are all well aware of the rhythms and conventions of the limerick. Simply solve the clues using logic, rhythm, rhyme and a dirty mind, and you will have yourself a scatological little verse to recite with the kids. Or maybe not.

 

 

A ------ collector from ---

 

------- the end of himself in a -------

 

Now he ---- help but -----

 

----- --------- the splints

 

That ----- him to ------- freely

 

 

  1. Deny rubbish? (6)
  2. Norfolk town from Elysium. (3)
  3. Unable to escape, sang hip-hop after junction. (7)
  4. Mobile dustbin found when WI energy is found around foot part. (7)
  5. Unable to produce hypocritical talk. (4)
  6. How Ince contains facial expression. (5)
  7. During on the contrary. (5)
  8. For altering, gad madly about, Justin! (9)
  9. Let in the shallows. (5)
  10.  Wee mixed up nature and I. (7)

 

A --------- man from -------

 

Had --------- of different -----

 

His ---- suffering ---

 

---- this ---- as no shock

 

And ----- certainly --- him no prizes

 

  1. County droops before rent (9)
  2. Comic in river for SW town? (7)
  3. Glands have crazy lice in examinations (9)
  4. Prepares for wallpaper dimensions (5)
  5. Wish for extensive (4)
  6. Short medic or piece of text (3)
  7. Port Stated? (4)
  8. Arrived climactically (4)
  9. Sounds like timber will in future (5)
  10. Come first in swine (3)

SOLUTION TO CRYPTIC POEM 002: INTELLECT

 

Sometimes the heft and scope of my power

And its high-wired steel cable certainties

Thrills a hubristic, indolent hour

 

With the bare fact that it actually is,

That its web is formed from what I perceive.

My eye avoids the unstable parodies,

 

The gaps between what I know and believe

And the bullshit leaps of my faith’s fancy -

I baldly deny the inconstant weave.

 

I have consoled this way since infancy;

The layer of fat beneath a thick skin thinned,

The loyal truths of false security,

 

But I have seen other spiders’ faith rescind

Untethered lines flying loose in the wind.

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