Diwrnod/ Noson y Llyfr 2016: Cystadleuaeth Limrig

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Dathlodd Gwasanaethau Gwybodaeth Noson y Llyfr ar 23 Ebrill yn Llyfrgelloedd Hugh Owen, Thomas Parry a'r Gwyddorau Ffisegol gyda chystadleuaeth limrig hynod llwyddiannus. Roedd cacennau ar gael am ddim ar ein stondinau i bawb a oedd yn cymryd rhan, a beirniadwyd yr limrigau gan aelodau staff GG, Simon French ac Ywain Tomos.

Am fwy o wybodaeth ar Noson y Llyfr, ewch i: http://www.worldbooknight.org/

Diolch yn fawr iawn i bawb a gymrodd ran yn ein dathliadau Noson y Llyfr eleni. Cawsom lawer o geisiadau, ac roeddem wrth ein bodd gyda’r safon, dyfeisgarwch, a’r hiwmor.

A'r enillwyr yw ...

	Limrig	Limerick
1	Ar lefel E welais hen ysbryd Yn sibrwd yn dawel a chysglyd ‘Pan dechreuais I ‘sgwennu, Ro’n I’n ifanc ac yn heini, Ond rwan dwi’n ddwy fil a chrynllyd’! (Catherine Jones)	Today, though for years all alone I’ve languished, unread and unknown, I feel joy more profound Than the day I was bound, Because I have gone out on loan! (Dominic Newman)
2	Un diwrnod yn Llyfrgell Hugh Owen Daeth gwylan i chwilio am gacen. Ymosododd ar Mair Ond gwylltiodd hi’n daer. A’i lorio efo copi o’r Ddolen! (Nia Ellis)	There once was a library called Hugh Whose flaws were surprisingly few Its books were accessible Its staff were incredible But the best bit of all was the view (Suzy Shipman)
3	Pob ffenest Hugh Owen yn pefrio, Fel ddiemwntau llachar yn sgleinio, Mae’r golygfa yn hyfryd, O! Aber! mor ddelfryd! Ond mae’r traethawd yn hwyr a rwy’n crio! (Catherine Jones)	A librarian is a strange creature But a permanent, irreplaceable feature They provide us with books And knowledgeable looks When we ask them for info on Nietzsche (Ellie Downes)

Limrig

Limerick

Ar lefel E welais hen ysbryd

Yn sibrwd yn dawel a chysglyd

‘Pan dechreuais I ‘sgwennu,

Ro’n I’n ifanc ac yn heini,

Ond rwan dwi’n ddwy fil a chrynllyd’!

(Catherine Jones)

Today, though for years all alone

I’ve languished, unread and unknown,

I feel joy more profound

Than the day I was bound,

Because I have gone out on loan!

(Dominic Newman)

Un diwrnod yn Llyfrgell Hugh Owen

Daeth gwylan i chwilio am gacen.

Ymosododd ar Mair

Ond gwylltiodd hi’n daer.

A’i lorio efo copi o’r Ddolen!

(Nia Ellis)

There once was a library called Hugh

Whose flaws were surprisingly few

Its books were accessible

Its staff were incredible

But the best bit of all was the view

(Suzy Shipman)

Pob ffenest Hugh Owen yn pefrio,

Fel ddiemwntau llachar yn sgleinio,

Mae’r golygfa yn hyfryd,

O! Aber! mor ddelfryd!

Ond mae’r traethawd yn hwyr a rwy’n crio!

(Catherine Jones)

A librarian is a strange creature

But a permanent, irreplaceable feature

They provide us with books

And knowledgeable looks

When we ask them for info on Nietzsche

(Ellie Downes)

There is a nice town by the sea Where student and scholars study You can grab a book And have a good look In the peace and quiet of the Library	There once was a man who cried While reading ‘Jekyll and Hyde’ He felt the emotion Of Hyde’s inner commotion And the demon he had trapped inside.	There was a Young lady called Monica Who dealt with problems from Konica Her colleague Christine Is very pristine But you wouldn’t want them to shout at ya!
There’s many a Library in Wales That hold some peculiar tales With sirens and trolls Inhabiting scrolls And dragons with glistering scales	There once was a student in Hugh Owen It was 2am; his pace was slowing Too focused on reading Through his essay, he’s speeding In exhaustion, he is wallowing.	There was a system called Talis That lecturers thought full of malice Until one got the gist Submitted a list And recieved new books in excelsis.
I wanted a cookery book But didn’t know where to look I had not a clue So I looked up the Dew(ey) And now I can go home and cook	There once was a girl in a Library Whose study options were binary Faced with computer or book She pulled out a hook And crocheted her night away solitary.	This must be some kind of mistake This notice of free lovely cake To offer this deal So clearly surreal When i am not there to partake!
There was a rich Welshman called Hugh Who had some investments to do He said ‘you know what’s fab-ah? That Uni in Aber’ And the rest is history to you.	All come together to Hugh Owen Where the Library shelves are glowing With books from a thousand courses A huge variety of sources To make you all being all seeing all knowing.	There once was a Young student Who thought it was rather prudent, To wash away his troubles With a glas full of bubbles Oh what a mistake he had made.
Revision is stressing me out My brain is about to blackout But I took out a book Had a quick look And my worries are gone without doubt.	Tu mewn i lyfrgell Hugh Owen Mae cyfoeth o lyfrau di-ri Tawel y myfyria’r Myfyrwyr glew galluog Tan i’r lifft ganu ei gri	There was a Young man in IT Who was knownto be quite flighty He helped at the Library Accepted new bribery And hoped one day to be mighty.
There once was a student from Reading Who wanted to find some bedding He went to Level E And fel quite sleepy And in to dream land he was heading.	I Hugh Owen mi af yn y p’nawn Dyw a wyr faint o sbort a cawn Mae’r staff i gyd yn grêt Mae nhw’n galw fi’n mêt Mae’r nodweddau sydd ganddyn’t yn dda iawn!	There once was a student at Aber In the Library he did like to blabber But one day reading his book The celing it shook And the student he ended up flatter.
I traded this limerick for a cup cake And am struggling for intelectual uptake Inspiration was dead I took acid instead But please mister rabbit wait.	Cael benthyg ugain llyfr yn bril, Meddai Owen wrth basio’r til, Ond mae’n rhaid i mi holi, Gai ferfa neu droli, Isymud ‘y neunydd ymchwil.	There was a student doing his walk But his duties were easy to shirk Here comes a distraction To prevent taking action So he wrote this with a large smirk.
There once was a girl from a book Who fell from the charming book crook He read through the night And try as she might He would still be that charming book crook.	A silver lake and green grass A mirror of the purest glass Long I’ll wait there Stand long and stare	The memes were as as dank as they say We repeat them day after day Though they were often told They decline to get old And thus, the dankest we stay.
There was a Library in Kent Owned by a fellow named Brent Every single shelf Bearing liquor called “Tehlf” If only he knew what “Library” meant.	There was a librarian who Saw cake sitting shint and new! In Exchange for a poem To take the cake home She knew what she needed to do	Up the stairs Library staff like to run Health and safety said ‘sop having fun’ You are working too fast And it’s good to come last Wear this hat and a pad on you bum!
There once was a Young librarian Who argued with the resident antiquarian She wanted a look At a very rare book But he was unreasonable and totalitarian	A silver lake and green grass A morrior of the purest glass Long i’ll wait there Stand long and stare For clear skies and stars that pass.	The Hugh Owen is a wonderful place With facilities from out of space I came here all innocent But now I am dilligent And I must say the staff are full of grace.
I used to read until I was bored dead But was cultured when I read From Dickens to Shakespeare And literature I fear At night asleep in my head.	Mae darllen yn wir yn anfarwol! Meddai Meri bron feddwl yn farddol, Ond daeth lawr y Prif Wylan, (Yr hen llwynog sy’n hedfan) A chipiodd ei llyfr, diafol!	There was an old man called Sir Hugh, Who gave all his books to the zoo, He said “I am glad, I’m a generous lad, And that chimp’s reading Chaucer it’s true!”
There once was a student called Ed, Who’d rather spend mornings in bed, Asleep on a trolley, He felt rather jolly, Till a heavy book fell on his head.	The view from the laundry is smashing, Said the student while reading from Lessing, She waved to a seagull, Who gave her a beak-full, And stole her books, thesis and washing!	Penderfynwyd gan llyfrgell Huw, Cael Robot â ‘mennydd fel Duw, Ond dywedodd y robot, “Rwy moyn fod yn debot, Ac am lyfrau does gen i ddim cliw!”
Ar Ddiwrnod y Limrig Hugh Owen, Daeth miloedd i gael blas o gacen, Ond ar ôl bwyta gormod O ddanteithion nefod Roeddynt sâl a gwyn fel y ddalen!	Pob ffenest Hugh Owen yn pefrio, Fel ddiemwntau llachar yn sgleinio, Mae’r golygfa yn hyfryd, O! Aber! mor ddelfryd! Ond mae’r traethawd yn hwyr a rwy’n crio!