Lymerick

[kiz_paws]

Well, hardly, but thanks.

There are a few stars, Cassiopeia:
A lady, I think, in a chee-ah.*
Or perhaps she's a swan
Who has sat there too long.
I could never quite tell. Well then, see ya!

* Massachusetts for chair

Oh Ho!!!

Poetic License indeed! Hmmm ... think I'll have me some o'that!

There once was a young cook named Betty
who thought she'd make sauce with spaghetti
the pasta got hot
and stuck to the pot
so Betty's spaghetti we'll forgetee

[Sancho]

^BAH-hahahah. That’s why I like this threadie.

Sancho! I was just hoping you would find us again!

There once was a fellow named Sancho:
A LitNetter limerick head honcho.
He'd written the rhymes
Since atiguhya's times.
I'm not fit to hold the man's poncho.

Thank ya’. Thankya’verymuch.

Pompey Bum and El Sancho are back
Sidling up in a long black Cadillac
Limericks are fun
Ask anyone
But can be habit forming, like crack

[Pompey Bum]

Oh Ho!!!

Poetic License indeed! Hmmm ... think I'll have me some o'that!

There once was a young cook named Betty
who thought she'd make sauce with spaghetti
the pasta got hot
and stuck to the pot
so Betty's spaghetti we'll forgetee

Excellent, kiz. There's no reason to fight language when it really just wants you to play with it.

There was a young zombie named Teddy
Whose red-headed brother was Freddie.
Dead Teddy made ready
To mock Bette's spaghetti
Till red Fred said "Ted, don't be petty!"

[kiz_paws]

Excellent, kiz. There's no reason to fight language when it really just wants you to play with it.

Amen to that!

I loved your ending line Till red Fred said "Ted, don't be petty!" ... it rolls off the tongue!

[Pompey Bum]

Queen Cixi, famed lady of Beijing,
Ate turtles to keep her from aging
Or drank them in tea
(So says history)
Alive--which seems less than engaging.

She favored her eunuch to males,
Had nine-inches-long fingernails,
And little, bound feet
That could gain no retreat
Before British or Japanese sails.

My limerick is done--that's the end.
The great lady died without friend.
She hurdled withal
Down to Lord Yan's dread hall
Where the turtles were waiting. Amen.

[kiz_paws]

Poor old Queen Cixi!
What a story, all in the lymerick format ... very witty and I loved it!

[kiz_paws]

There once was a biker named Charlie
who owned a fine vintage chromed Harley
he jumped on his hawg
flew into the fog
to the local saloon for a barley

[Pompey Bum]

There once was a biker named Charlie
who owned a fine vintage chromed Harley
he jumped on his hawg
flew into the fog
to the local saloon for a barley

Very nice! Here's my contribution:

Charlie's lager did not lift the mist,
Still he savored its sweet, beery bliss;
Till he dreamed that his glass
Was a fair, buxom lass
And he welcomed her moist, malty kiss.

But a barman awoke sleepin' Chuckie
And explained his behavior was yucky.
Charlie had to agree
So he went for a pee
Muttering, "Always in love I'm unlucky."

[kiz_paws]

Bravo! Loved it!
We're gonna have to call you the Lymerick Lord!!


My limerick muse has issued me another one:

There once was a model named Jayne
High Fashion was the name of the game
she once was so hale
now she's scrawny and pale
sad that health takes a backseat to fame

[Pompey Bum]

There once was a model named Jayne
High Fashion was the name of the game
she once was so hale
now she's scrawny and pale
sad that health takes a backseat to fame

Ah, a sad but true one. Let's give it a happy ending:

One night Jayne felt a pang in her tummy
And thought: "Jaynie girl, don't be a dummy!"
So she munched fish and chips
Till she grew back her hips;
Now she's happy and hardy and yummy!

[kiz_paws]

Ahhhhh, good ol' Fish 'n Chips! Hopefully consumed in a traditional English pub, complete with newspaper wrapping!! *yummers*

We turn our listening audience now to the field of painters.....

There once was an artist named VanGogh
who cut off his ear, don't you know?
He fought with a friend
and met an untimely end ...
... but did he kill himself, yes or no?

[Pompey Bum]

Actually, I have a lot I'd like to say to Van Gogh--if only he'd lend me an ear!

Are you fond of that Pablo Picasso,
The best painter west of El Paso?
Okay, he was Spanish
(My foolishness banish),
But was he a genius or assho'e?

[kiz_paws]

Actually, I have a lot I'd like to say to Van Gogh--if only he'd lend me an ear!

Are you fond of that Pablo Picasso,
The best painter west of El Paso?
Okay, he was Spanish
(My foolishness banish),
But was he a genius or assho'e?

I'd say his techniques on canvas were genius ... but his techniques with women? A-hole.

[kiz_paws]

There was a young lassie, Miss Ferris
who thought she would like to see Paris
she danced at the Rouge
without any shoes
and embarrassed her date in the terrace

[Pompey Bum]

There was a young lassie, Miss Ferris
who thought she would like to see Paris
she danced at the Rouge
without any shoes
and embarrassed her date in the terrace

"Alors!" cried Miss Ferris with glee,
"The City of Lights is for me!"
She received a wee peck
From that rogue, T-Lautrec,
And replied to his whispers, "Mais oui!"