Our last Question of The Week was to write a Skeptics With a K slogan for a t-shirt based on the show, and we’ve had a great response. Thanks to everyone who’s posted their suggestions. We’ve loved reading them so much in fact, that we’ve decided to keep the competition open, so please continue to give us your suggestions. You never know, you could be wearing a t-shirt with your own words on it sometime in the near future!
This doesn’t mean we’re not going to have a Question of The Week this week, however. We’re nothing less than generous and we don’t want to cheat you, so as well as keeping last week’s question open there’s still going to be a new one this week.
You may have heard Marsh’s skeptical limericks on the new episode of Skeptics With a K released yesterday, as well as my and Mike’s attempts to formulate our own cheesy verse in response. What about all of you at home? Do you think you can compete with Marsh in the Skeptical Limericks stakes?
This is our Question of The Week: Can You Write a Skeptical Limerick?
Why not have a go? If you think you’re up to it, drop us a line. We’d love to hear what you’ve come up with.
Post your Limericks in the comments section below…
#1 by Saronimo on April 9, 2010 - 09:55
We’ve good reason to equate
All kinds of woo with ‘hate’
From the absurd NuttSack
To cracking your back
You might as well self-medicate!
Saronimo x
#2 by Jo on April 9, 2010 - 10:18
There was a young group on a mission
They urged us to sign a petition
‘Get that crap off Boots’ shelves!’
Then they poisoned themselves
MSS – there’s just no competition!
#3 by miniviva on April 9, 2010 - 14:12
there once lived a skeptic named marsh,
who, upon an unfortunate podcast,
unleashed three dodgy rhymes
against poetry a crime
at least he kicked homeopath arse
#4 by Nonsanity on April 9, 2010 - 18:21
There was a conspiracy nut
Who’s convictions confused him somewhat
Any which way he turned
A conspiracy burned
Thus he spun, with his head up his butt
The conspiracy nut had a friend
Who would ally with him till the end
An absurdity claimed
Would be sited and named
Room for two, derriere? (See a trend?)
Conspiracy lovers abound
Look for one – find a hundred around
G.I. tracts are impacted
Not a head is extracted
Yet conspirators never are found
Anomalies are bread and butter
To conspiracy nuts and to other
Ghost-hunting kooks
Who claim they find spooks
In each bright spot they snap with a shutter
But anomaly hunters don’t care
About facts even if made aware
That the points they thought strong
Are just out-and-out wrong
“All the experts Big Brother ensnares!”
So when faced with a rabid baboon
Crying, “We never went to the moon!”
These fools, nuts, and hicks
Evolution will fix
And it just cannot happen too soon!
#5 by Nonsanity on April 9, 2010 - 18:57
But that last one I wrote last year, so to write a new one here and now…
A concoction of fungus and herb
May contain a cure that’s superb
But how much and how strong?
The dosage is wrong!
And the poisons imbibed will “disturb”
Though with fungus and herb there’s a CHANCE
Of finding a cure… at third glance.
Homeopathy’s fail
Means the air you inhale
Is a huge therapeutic advance!
#6 by Michael on April 9, 2010 - 19:38
There was a young girl from E-ton,
whose warts were a problem as you could see ‘em.
So she took some cures,
From a chiropractic nurse,
And now she’s so skint; she stays in.
A very sick lad was near ending it all
he was so infectious, he had a sign on his door
He saw a lady homeopath,
who precribed – 30C hernias of an ass
His virus killed her! What a score!
Deepak Chopra is a Doctor
Of what ? It is hard to muster
When dealing with disease
He threatens medical trainees
“Its all due to quantum and Omega!”
Well I tried! They took 5 minutes and it shows.
#7 by Michael on April 9, 2010 - 19:43
Or
MSS is group of ‘nay sayers’
Of who they ‘nay say’ are the fakers
On challenging some WOO
They bit of more than they could chew
When the wooers were actually JREF’ers.
#8 by Michael on April 9, 2010 - 19:45
Fourth line should read
“They bit OFF…”
Sorry for the type-o
#9 by Michael on April 9, 2010 - 19:52
Or tis one…
Of the sceptical POD CAST elite
Our little Marsh is top of the heap!
As podcasters offer gold for his words
Mike and Colin suffer and curse
As a family show, this ends with a BLEEP
#10 by Michael on April 9, 2010 - 20:20
What about the other guys that get to the skeptics in the pub? So here are two ditties!
Sceptics Pete and Andy are two great blokes
With ample good humour and funny jokes
But the humour begins to sour
With he appearance of the brothers ‘Power’
Then their hands tighten around their scrawny throats
Or maybe this apologetic:
On woo that covers quantum mechanical fever
The ‘Skeptic’s with a K’; fluff and clinker
They’re feeble at being good cynics
On the woo science of the psychics
Signed; ‘disgruntled’ the PHYSICS PROFESSOR!!!
#11 by Jon d on April 10, 2010 - 23:46
You can not cure childhood disease
By clicking the joints of kids knees
But say so in print
And before you can squint
You’re ruined by libel case fees
#12 by Mathew Partridge on April 12, 2010 - 15:12
There once was a Quack from France
who said “Give sugar pills a chance”.
But the Skeptic cried “Treason!”,
“against science and reason”
and speared the Quack his lance.
Struggled on the last line!
#13 by mathew partridge on April 12, 2010 - 22:11
Correction *
The last line should read
-And skewered the quack on his lance-
#14 by T J Williams on April 13, 2010 - 22:47
There was a young Catholic sister once,
Who suffered from cognitive dissonance,
Was religion invention?
Or fire prevention?
She vowed to examine the difference,
Said her Mother Superior, sighing,
“Why is it the church you’re decrying?”
She said, “I don’t need proof,
To believe it’s the truth,
But I’d like LACK of proof that you’re lying”,
Though her sisters were bitter and full of scorn,
She discarded her biblical uniform,
She sought the astrologists,
And bullshit apologists,
and makers of “My Little Unicorn”,
She followed the foulest and greasiest,
With no better friends than their PC is,
The fraud and the faker,
The Dream-Catcher maker,
McKeith and her fleecing with faeces,
The psychs talking shite about psyche,
The quacks talking “like curing likey”,
One afternoon’s probe,
Made her homeophobe,
‘Cos it all sounds a bit David Icke-y,
She returned where her journey’d begun,
and was asked “Now your mission is done,
In meeting the skepticical,
Have you any faith kept at all?”
With a smile the young lady said, “Nun.”
#15 by bob dezon on April 14, 2010 - 19:00
Merseyside Skeptics are shill’s for “Big Pharma”, but for five easy payments, I can rebalance their Karma.