Anyone for a limerick?
I am drawing blanks here... *sigh*
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Anyone for a limerick?
I am drawing blanks here... *sigh*
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)
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.
Limericks can be hard to composeQuote:
Originally Posted by kiz_paws
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
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...
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
Bravo! That was tres witty!Quote:
Originally Posted by Calidore
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*
Thanks, Kiz!
Thank you, kiz paws! Sometimes when one doesn't try something just happens.
Thanks for the compliment! I always need a trigger of some kind as well.
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!! :willy_nilly:
Kudos to all who can write THIS kind of poetry!! ;)
I hope the guy makes it, kiz paws.
How about this, kiz:
He'll drink and he'll drink
And his own heart did sink
He made it... with scars on the side of his face with the constant barrage of purse smackings... :nopity:Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
Ya know, this is MUCH better, Merci Beaucoup, mon ami!Quote:
Originally Posted by Dreamwoven
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
Xi (Jinping) Walks in Beauty
The leader of P.R.O.C.
Is a masculine man, all agree.
It takes no great Druid
To see he ain't fluid--
Despite the fact he's pronounced she.
Yes, our partner in commerce is male.
Xi's a he, can't you see, so all hail!
He rules commie China
Without a vagina:
Genitalia o'er pronouns prevail.
OMG ... killing myself laffing!Quote:
Originally Posted by Pompey Bum
Well done, mon ami! :lol:
Why, thank you, Ms Kiz_Paws. I'm Bum.
Some like me and less so do some.
If God's will or Satan's
We've made our acquaintance.
Pray look for poetics to come.
Hello once again, man in bunny suit,
It's good to have you back, truly a hoot.
I hope you've been well,
Far from any hell.
And if not, at least you've got the boot.
There once was a poet named bum
who wrote while he chewed on his thumb
his lover said please
have some crackers and cheese
and now his keyboard is loaded with crumb
See how you inspire me, lol! :lol:
(and OOPS -- I spelled your username wrong, forgive me!)
A fine gentleman named Pompey Bum
Felt a craving for hot buttered rum
But while drunk, such a shame,
Spilled the rest on the flame
Thus the Bum to the rum did succumb
Good to see you, Pompey.
There once was an etoile du nordQuote:
Originally Posted by North Star
Who lived on a Finnish fjord.
He loved a good ice floe,
And Chablis and Bordeaux,
And women, I hear, by the horde. ;)
Nice to see you again, NS.
Its Pompey not Pompeii, that's me.Quote:
Originally Posted by kiz_paws
Though a Bum's all I wish for to be.
But your moniker dubious
Evokes Mount Vesuvius--
And renders an ash out of me! :mad5: :)
There once was a fellow named Calidore.Quote:
Originally Posted by Calidore
At a restaurant he ordered a salad or
Some rubbish like that
Then popped by for a chat
And we chowed down three fourths of a grocery store.
Great to see you, too, Cal. :)
Ha ha ha! There's no stoppin' ya! ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Pompey Bum
Yes, so my wife says.Quote:
Originally Posted by kiz_paws
"There's no stopping you!" cried my wife.
My moves had been supple and lithe.
I had jumped her abreast
Till she begged for a rest:
Ah, checkers! Sweet succor of life!
An extremist vegan
I think even vegetables have feelings,
And so, I don’t eat potato peelings
Nor do I consume grains,
Crushed in mills, with great pains
Soon only with worms do I have dealings.
Save the Taters
Give a thought to proud Erin's poor fruit:
The potato (well, more of a root).
Yes, of course it has feelings:
Sad eyes peer from its peelings--
Skinned alive by some herbivore brute!
There once was a man named Puccini
who loved his clam sauce on linguini
his wife she did try
with a tear in her eye
to make him a dish of zucchini
A detestable beast is the clam.
Dig it up and it squirts on your hand.
Boil it down in a pot
And slurp up what you've got--
You end up with a mouth full of sand.
For WAM
Old Mozart was a man with a tune
with opera and sonatas to his boon
his friendships were vast
according to the past
he loved best to howl at the moon
There was a bald prophet named Buddha
Who picnicked upon Brie and Gouda.
He tried a banana
And entered Nirvana
But still holidays in Bermuda.
There once was a fellow named Benny
who would not let his wife spend a penny.
One day this did break her
so she ran off with the Baker
and left him no dough, no, not any.
Kiz, you are getting the hang of this!
Aw, thanks, Dreamwoven! :)
I was trying to add the 'clever touch' to it, like our Bum here. He always has a humorous twist to his. ;)
Thank you, kiz, and yes, that's a great Limerick. The multiple internal rhyme in the last line gives the whole thing a musical/comical sound that keeps the subject in good fun. Writing about painful subjects in a way that makes people laugh (without giving way to cynicism) is a real gift. Well done!
There was a fine lady named Kiz
Who knew well her poetry biz.
She could dash off inimitable
Poetic airs Lymerickal
With dizzying, sizzling, fizz! :)
Bum, you have made my day! *sniff* Thank you so much! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Pompey Bum
Not at all. Thank you for singing your songs. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by kiz_paws
This Day in History
Five hundred years gone our boy Martin
Sent Catholics and Protestants partin'.
He nailed up his theses;
The Pope, he cried: "Feces!"
And bloodshed, alas, was soon startin'.
Brilliant! Love this. :nod:Quote:
Originally Posted by Pompey Bum