Every once in a while I like to try and come up with some prog rock limericks - I know I know, I'm easily amused Anyway, here's a few to get things started, feel free to join in!
There once was a player named Fripp
His musical skills were a trip
Though he never could sing
He became Crimson King
Take a picture of him and he'd flip!
"I once wrote some poems" said Hammill
"That were dark and too dreary for Camel"
I asked Guy and Hugh
If they thought they would do
and they said "You're one sick twisted mammal!"
Wakeman on keyboards could wail
And his solo's were great without fail
'Till the Topograph tour
Made him sick - but his cure
Was to eat some curry with his Tales!
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