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Once there was a young singer from Jerez, She looked a lot like Rosie Perez She drank too much sherry And fell off the ferry But drowned not, and lived till she could marry
There once was a guitarist in Sevilla, He was real big 'n' hairy - like a goriya. His compas was real tight Yet he put dancers in a fright Coz while he was playing - It looked like he's about to take a ****e.
There once was a dancer from Ronda who tried a corte while riding a Honda, she took a great risk, nearly messed up her disk, and then went to eat at the fonda
Once there was a singer from Jerez, She looked a lot like Rosie Perez She drank too much sherry And fell off the fell off the ferry But drowned not, and lived till she married
There was a cantaora from Nantucket, Who's head was shaped like a bucket, She sang the Solea of Frijones, She went out of compas, and lost her cojones! then under breath she said suck it.
There was a palmero from Malta, Who was quite good with the alta, When asked how, he replies, I can tell you no lies, I learned from Churchill at Yalta.
There once was a guitarists named Ricardo, Who played fast scales with Picado, He was known as the best, And he challenged the rest, Then along came a guy named Gerardo
A guitarist named Paco de God Played flamenco that sounded too mod Though his chording was snazzy It was a little too jazzy And his falsetas exceedingly odd
There once was a boob named C. Vega He liked to rain on people's parade like Domingo Ortega Criticizing all the time While others are happy, drinking wine But it's ok coz the poor guy works at a bodega.
A long-ago poet named Chan Wrote poems that never would scan When he was asked why This was his reply "Because I always try to squeeze as many words into the last line as I possibly can."
He played compas on a blanca A bull in a shop, a tatanka Dripping with reverb, And longer than Freebird, Mangled by a German named Liebert!
No, no, no - the structure is all wrong. In a limerick the first, second, and fifth lines have to rhyme with each other, and the third and fourth lines have to rhyme with each other with a different rhyme. Like this –
The "guitarist" Esteban is strange and stranger He puts real flamenco in danger But if he gets too snobby Just call him Kemo Sabe Because he looks just like the Lone Ranger
While others are fighting 'bout what's real and what's not The peaceful chums here got onto something hot Instead of calling something a flamenco illusion Estebanana came up with an ingenious spanish-irish fusion I guess all that's left to say is Gimar Yestra - thanks a lot!
there's a flamenco called mcguire who announced the fakemenco's as liars with a PC and some words exposed all the turds, the threads still rage like a fire....
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