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Limerick thread
A lim'rick is like a haiku
But five lines, not three; you add two
They're often licentious
Or funny; contentious
But they can be nice if you choose
A lim'rick is like a haiku
But five lines, not three; you add two
They're often licentious
Or funny; contentious
But they can be nice if you choose
In fairness to all of our friends
This site spreads 'cross Earth to its ends
Rhythm is anguish
In non-native language
Perhaps that's a part of this trend?
Here I would like to strongly protest
That there's any fun found in anapaest
Give me tits, shit and dicks
In my limericks
I leave formal format to the Readers Digest.
This worlds weirdest rap battle gotta stop,
can't spend the day writing on my laptop.
Meters so-so -
although I would rather have flow
So now I gotta go. Peace out! [Mic drop]
The fun in a limerick is the rhyme
and a fine format with five lines
But avoid aliteration
all it achieves is aggrevation
and it's just a waste of your time.
Brittle bleached bones break as we walk,
dead ashen trees the colour of chalk.
The sky is on fire,
when asked said a liar:
"Climate Change is just left wing hippie talk"
There once was a man from Australia,
Who painted his arse like a dahlia,
The linework was fine,
The colour divine,
But the smell? Ah, that was the failure.
So I finally saw Bill and Ted,
The new third one, and here's what I said;
"One was fun, two was dumb,
Three was both dumb and fun,
Why couldn't Star Wars be like this, instead?"
ooof that was one hell of a good line :D
Limericks was popularized by a man named Lear
but his poems never went anywhere.
He would write them just fine
but would as such, always repeat the first line:
"That silly old poet Edward Lear"
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerick_(poetry)#Edward_Lear
Dear sir or madam will you hear
My book, based on one by Lear
Since money is tighter
A paperback writer
Is my most desired career
"The classes must open", they said
"The kids will learn better in stead"
The teachers who left us
Were really quite deft ones
The rest of us breathe air in dread
this drink in hand
tastes rather bland
though i still smile
but for a while
pretense be damned
There once was a man from Nantucket...