Lymerick

[kiz_paws]

Anyone for a limerick?
I am drawing blanks here... *sigh*

[tonywalt]

I write this with a frown
But he really had to go down
Accident though it was,
I regret it because
I missed seeing him around town.

(eh)

[YesNo]

There once was a dragon of old
And a knight with a damsel to hold
And some gold in a cave
Since the dragon could save,
But that’s all of the tale I was told.

[Calidore]

Anyone for a limerick?
I am drawing blanks here... *sigh*

Limericks can be hard to compose
They've a structure that's set, unlike prose
You must write to the beat
Fight temptation to cheat
You've done well when, on reading, it flows

[Dreamwoven]

The train leaves at 2.02
Don't hurry, don't scurry,
Don't worry, don't flurry,
Its a minute or two to two two.

This is an old one, but I may have got it wrong...

[Dreamwoven]

I think that should be

There was an old lady from Crewe,
Who hurried to catch the 2.2.
Don't hurry or scurry
Or worry or flurry,
its a minute or two to 2.2

[kiz_paws]

Limericks can be hard to compose
They've a structure that's set, unlike prose
You must write to the beat
Fight temptation to cheat
You've done well when, on reading, it flows

Bravo! That was tres witty!

A wonderful job by Tony, Dreamwoven, and YesNo, too! Such talent here.

I still cannot come up with one, but will hopefully post soon... *sigh*

[Dreamwoven]

Thanks, Kiz!

[YesNo]

Thank you, kiz paws! Sometimes when one doesn't try something just happens.

[Calidore]

Thanks for the compliment! I always need a trigger of some kind as well.

[kiz_paws]

There was a young man with his beer
who called every skirt his own dear
he drank and he drank
and his own heart did sank
he might make it though naught I would fear

glargh ... this is SO difficult!!

Kudos to all who can write THIS kind of poetry!!

[YesNo]

I hope the guy makes it, kiz paws.

[Dreamwoven]

How about this, kiz:

He'll drink and he'll drink
And his own heart did sink

[kiz_paws]

I hope the guy makes it, kiz paws.

He made it... with scars on the side of his face with the constant barrage of purse smackings...

[kiz_paws]

How about this, kiz:

He'll drink and he'll drink
And his own heart did sink

Ya know, this is MUCH better, Merci Beaucoup, mon ami!

There was a young man with his beer
who called every skirt his own dear
he'll drink and he'll drink
and his own heart did sink
he might make it, though naught I would fear