Lymerick

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.

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Originally Posted by kiz_paws

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

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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

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

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Originally Posted by Calidore

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

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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*

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

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Originally Posted by YesNo

I hope the guy makes it, kiz paws.

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

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Originally Posted by Dreamwoven

How about this, kiz:

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

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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