Creativity Corner

My head is pounding and sore
Was it five pints six pints or more?
I lost count
So I cannot recount
After my rhyming I slept on the floor

Emotions are inside our brains
Very different to electrons photons and trains
Die and their gone
Objective reality not put upon
A reality that psychology rather than colliders explainsHow can I be superstitious
When our ignorance I find so delicious
The theistic answer
Is that of the chancer
Which is to true investigation far too perniciousTo assert there is more than perceivable
Doesn’t excuse advocating all that is conceivable
This is fraught
With that which comes up short
And leads to advocating whatever one finds believableDesist from this I plead
This warning you really really must heed
All is subjective
Is just too protective
Of the sort of thinking that is based on human need

Hello Chuck. Bearing in mind the rhyme possibilities of your name I am sorely tempted to start a lymerickal contest with you too.But, in the name of family decency, I shall refrain.

There was an old fella called Chuck
Who was romantically down on his luck
Called me hun
But his advance I must shun
Because he is not really someone I'd like to f*%kDreaming of atheists in bubbles
A certain part of Chuck's anatomy doubles
Nearly an inch
Two at a pinch
But still far far too much stubble Message 30 whenever you are ready Chuckles.

Not every conclusion equally subjective
Some based on evidence and moments reflective
If no evidence
It's not worth one pence
Tentative dismissal required as the action correctiveNow these limericks must end
They are driving me round the bend
Please no more
My head is so sore
With that my participation I will suspend