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limerick contest anyone? There once was a from Tonasket Who carried his bones in a basket A man passing by Kept asking him why Shouldn't bones be placed in a casket? Note: Some seem to be confused as to what constitutes a limerick. For those, please review the following: A limerick is a short form of poetry known for its humor. To write a limerick follow these simple steps. First, read this sample limerick which demonstrates the syllabic and rhyme pattern. There was a large lady from Perth Who wanted to travel the earth But her wish was in vain For the door of the plane Was not wide enough for her girth. Note that the first, second and fifth lines each have eight syllables, and rhyme with each other, while the middle lines have only six syllables and a separate rhyme. Now, to write your own limerick, begin by choosing a character and a place name. (Note here that if your place name is longer than one syllable you may expand your lines to nine instead of eight syllables.) Think of some words which rhyme with your place name. Because the limerick is meant to be humorous, your rhymes may be silly - for example: Sydney; kidney; didn' he. Use two of these words to end the first two lines of your limerick, which introduce your character. There was a young man from Sydney Who only would eat steak and kidney. Next, think of a problem for your character, and present it in your two short lines: When the kidney ran out, Though he started to shout, Finally, finish with a resolution (ending) to your limerick, which should make your reader laugh. He had to go hungry, didn' he? Try this process to write limericks of your own. You will also find there are other ways of beginning your limerick: A man with a very large nose . . . While traveling one day in Peru . . . I was startled one day by a hen . . . Despite these differences, the basic limerick pattern remains the same. |
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5/15/2009 3:13 am |
There was a young lady from Japhat Who had triplets named Mike, Moe, and Tat. Twas fun in the breeding, But hell in the feeding When she found she had no tit for Tat. "Think Foto Friday -- it's good for what ails ya!" --- Unknown
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there was a fella named wishes who searched for new tuna dishes his rod was found to be reel but from the wrong barracuda he did steal and now he sleeps with the fishes
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5/15/2009 1:32 pm |
A lady from Langley starts, A blog based in linguistic arts, I suspect she's forgetting, That all she'll be getting, Is poems from confused old fa*ts!!!!
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5/15/2009 1:36 pm |
You're right, S2MS, taters are, Boring, tho' nutritious by far, But they can't compete, With a spacious back seat, And the fun that we'll have in my car....
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an old fart from harleysville met a lady to give her a thrill but without good foreplay and no power to stay he had to pay her still
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There was a fella named Ack in his olds he had no tact Saying to sing to my soul "check out my tuck and roll your azz is mine, when you get in the back"
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 Love these Some believe in destiny, some believe in fate. I believe that happiness is something we create 
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5/16/2009 11:09 am |
There was a young fella named Seamus Who thought he would like to be famous So he made up a song, but the words were all wrong So he looked like a right ignoramus (Oh Lord, thats dreadful, worse than spots)!
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5/16/2009 12:03 pm |
There was a young woman called Maisie Who used to drive all the men crazy But try as she might, she couldnt get it right And now they all call her Miss Daisy.  (Sorry abt that!!!)
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5/17/2009 7:33 am |
A cat-loving girl from up North, Started my testosterone gushing forth, Said she, "I note you, Are afflicted with flu, Here, I'll make you some warm chicken broth!!!"
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sing to my soul, is quite a pistol with mouth full, can still whistle her song, "the hot dogs are just for fun but no olds, without a great bun" "I can always just "Der Weinerschnitzle"
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5/18/2009 11:44 am |
Idaho girl, c'mon let's go sail, I detect that you're a little pale, This, we'll remedy, When you shed your bikini, A "clothing optional" tan never fails!!!!
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In his olds he drives around town wearing nothing but a frown wanting to be the cat's meow he just doesn't know how to keep from pussy foot'n around
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In his olds he drives around town wearing nothing but a frown PAWning to be the cat's meow He finds a way somehow to keep pussy foot'n around
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the cricket is not too quick picking up on the limerick forgetting the meter the rhyme, and Peter he has become a Dick!
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