How well do you know Central City Opera’s locations and historic trivia? Put your knowledge to the test by matching the pictures to the correct limerick below. A link to the answer key can be found at the bottom of the page.
I’m as plain on a face as a nose.
My color is sort of a rose.
I’ve not seen Juliet
For there’s no way to get
Up here for her Romeos.
High above you’ll see a bell.
Downstairs has a tale to tell.
Below lots of art.
O, do not lose heart!
Come inside and you’ll find my cell.
The big house sits in my view
And singers who live here aren’t few.
Look for the green vines
On my yellow rose signs.
Next door you’ll find many a pew.
Dark as night I’m found left and right.
You will find me out in plain sight.
I’ve named many a star.
Some near and some far.
See them here first in black and in white.
Gothic windows here all point to Him.
My stones were not laid on a whim.
Inside’s quiet and such.
Dress “cowboy casual” BUT
Nobody dares ever call me St. Jim.
If climbing becomes a big strain,
Just a few more steps up the mountain—
Thank the friend of Frederick
As you stand on the brick
And drink from our classic fountain.
You could tell-her-house wasn’t yours
Up the stairs go through the left doors.
Though not from a doll’s house
This one’s small as a mouse,
But it’s better than sitting on floors.
At the ceiling all day I must stare.
Tell me why I’m surrounded by glare.
The clinking of glass,
A foot on the brass,
O, please don’t spill beer in my hair.