Write a Limerick

[Cadillac Kid]

Don't panic, no need for alarm'a
It's me again, I'm a real charm'a
See I've been reading this book by Kerouac
Pondering my life, or should I say lack
Ruminating on the Road to Audio Dharma

 

[harman/kardon]

The son of my neighbour has passed away,
A smart and precious boy in any way,
I hugged his mother
Like nobody other
What an incredibly depressing day.

 

[old_tv_nut]

The son of my neighbour has passed away,
A smart and precious boy in any way,
I hugged his mother
Like nobody other
What an incredibly depressing day.

Such a tragedy. Please offer condolences to your neighbors.

 

[noogies]

The son of my neighbour has passed away,
A smart and precious boy in any way,
I hugged his mother
Like nobody other
What an incredibly depressing day.

Sorry to hear it, Chris. My sympathies are with you and your neighbors.

 

[bobsvinyl]

My thoughts go out to you, Chris, and to his family. It shows how brief life can be.

Be happy when you wake up each day
be positive and enjoy your stay.
Life goes by much too fast
Live well, make it last
for tomorrow you may slip away.

 

[harman/kardon]

Let's return to funny Limericks
With or without using punny tricks.
They are nutritious
Even delicious
They are precious linguistical hits!

 

[jdurbin1]

And so the thread continues,
with limericks from here or other venues.
While neither is automatically best,
both kinds must withstand the test,
of the readers that come here to peruse.

John

 

[old_tv_nut]

The health book said readers must heed
That alcohol's evil indeed.
Drinking, it said,
Does bad things to your head -
And that's why I no longer read.

(Apologies to Henny Youngman)

 

[harman/kardon]

Let us go to the Oktoberfest
And despite the beer is not the best
We will enjoy it
While taking a seat
We admire the waitress' nice chest.

 

[old_tv_nut]

Beer may be good in Oktoberfest,
But I think in summer it's the best.
In southern Arizona here,
That's eight months of the total year,
But you still can drink it in the rest.

 

[bobsvinyl]

In New Hampshire there are four seasons.
Snow and leaves falling are two reasons.
Every three months sees changes
And wardrobe rearranges.
So we're not too hot or left freezin'.

 

[old_tv_nut]

For Labor Day here's what I'll do.
I'll get some corn and bratwurst too,
And coleslaw and potato salad,
And the stereo playing a favorite ballad.
That's my plan, so how 'bout you?

 

[harman/kardon]

Welcome my ole dear friend September.
Many leaves already got amber-
Coloured. Like my wine:
Comforting and fine.
Moments I always will remember.

 

[harman/kardon]

^ (Another one from my 9-9-5-5-9 Limerick workshop... not easy...)

 

[old_tv_nut]

Arizona today saw a storm.
"Newton" was wet and not warm.
It rained all day long;
It just seems so wrong,
When blue skies and sun are the norm.

 

[old_tv_nut]

The limerick form, in the main,
Is a strain on the poetic brain.
For the sense to make rhyme,
And at the same time,
For the rhyme to make sense, is a pain!

 

[old_tv_nut]

Thsi doesn't qualify as my writing a limerick, but:

CBS Sunday morning today was devoted to a retrospective of Charles Osgood's 22 years there, as he is leaving the show (to be replaced by Jane Pauley).

He offered this (or something like it, as I don't remember the exact words):

There once was a comely young lass
Who hailed from New Bedford Mass.
She stepped from the shore
And walked out some more
Til the water came up to her knees.

Some people complain this doesn't rhyme, but it will when the tide comes in.

 

[CoogarXR]

It's a rhythm and rhyme resurrection!
Coogar's back like a herpes infection
Lets bring back this thread
Bring it back from the dead
And build on our limerick collection

 

[CoogarXR]

It would be an unspeakable crime
For this thread to be killed in it's prime
Well, "Bob's your uncle"
Let's play Simon-Garfunkel
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme...

 

[jdurbin1]

There once was an old tv nut,
who posted about some young butt.
Though the butt was left out,
Twas addressed from without,
So his limerick did make the cut.


John