There was a young writer called Fforde
By whose books nobody was bored
His writing's a go-go
And he got given a dodo
When across the US he toured


The Fforde Fforum - a Limerick
by Sarah Butler aka Sarah B.

There once was a mad little Fforum,
Which grew to the size of a quorum,
The members were mad,
And wrote limericks bad,
And knew nowt 'bout a sense of decorum!


Pickwick's Trick - another Limerick
by Twila Davis Reed aka All American Cutie

There once was a dodo named Pickwick
whose mental condition was quite thick.
To stand on one leg
poor Landen would beg
but she never would cop to that schtick


A Nextian Haiku
by Andrea

Thursday Next alone.
Pregnant, angry, fighting hard.
Wants Landen back!

How pleasant to know Mr. Fforde,
Who has written such int’resting stuff.
Some would like to buy him a beer,
And all find him charming enough.

His mind is diverse and ingenious,
His brain is remarkably big;
His visage is pleasant to look on,
His hair is his own, not a wig.

He has ears, and two eyes, and ten fingers,
(And will show them all off, for a bribe);
He used to be one of the filmers,
But now he is one of the scribes.

He sits in a beautiful chamber,
With hundreds of books on the wall;
He drinks a great deal of hot coffee,
But never gets tipsy at all.

He has many friends, here and in Foreign,
He seems to be perfectly sane;
He zooms round the roads in a Porsche,
He files through the air in his plane.

When he signs all his books in a bookshop,
The people run after him so!
Calling out, "He's so witty and funny -
That crazy young Englishman, oh!"

He writes books with peculiar notions,
His heroine’s not on the Pill;
His fame it has crossed over oceans,
His works give us all such a thrill.

He speaks English, not Russian or Spanish,
He lives by the pen, not the sword;
Ere the days of his pilgrimage vanish,
How pleasant to know Mr. Fforde!