The Artist, a film without speech
Emerges as rather a peach
A man hating talkies
A dog wanting walkies
And glamorous femme show their reach.
This is in fact a limerick I wrote last month for @thelimerickreview, which reviews films in limerick form. Can’t quite remember whether I tweeted/posted it at the time, or after the Golden Globes, so apologies if this is a repetition, but the film has of course now scooped five Oscars.