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Post by Reilley on Mar 3, 2011 10:44:09 GMT -6
There once was a man from Nantucket Who put all of his fish in one bucket. He saw just in time That he was in a dirty rhyme So he simply decided to chuck it.
Limericks are almost never clean Read a few and see what I mean Most of them are quite naughty, Earthy, horny and bawdy Tame ones are few and far between.
The limericks that I like the best Are those that put morals to the test. The ones that are so mild They can be told to a child Stand head and shoulders above the rest.
The trick is in not thinking dirty Which is difficult if you are under thirty. So stay away from things biological And all things scatological And try not to make it too wordy.
Limericks depend on rhythm and rhyme To draw one in time after time So if you get the sing-song It does not matter how long The first, second or fifth line.
So gather your writing paraphernalia And revel in word loving bacchanalia Sift through a big batch Just to find the right match For a difficult word like Australia.
So try some clean limericks, if you dare I challenge you to show your word flair Stir up your own inner bard Choose words you think quite hard And go out on a wing and a prayer.
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 4, 2011 7:40:06 GMT -6
Hi Reilley,
Thanks so much for issuing a challenge to us. You are certainly an ambitious limerick writer. Unfortunately, it's much to early in the day for my mind to wrap itself around the creation of a response for you. Perhaps after a bit of coffee...
Brigid
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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 4, 2011 8:22:31 GMT -6
A good challenge but I fear limericks are not something I have ever had a head for - still, I'll see if I can do some. It's funny how certain styles of poetry seem to become filled wit a certain ind of content - not that they have to, they just seem to anyway - as you say, most limericks are dirty, yet why should that be?
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 7, 2011 17:24:21 GMT -6
Hiya Reilley, OK, I've been drinking coffee for three days, working up to this challenge. Here's my entry: A bashful nun called Bree, loved to sleep in a tree. One day a white rabbit, talked her out of her habit, and now she writes poetry. Just in case any of you might think this is autobiographical, I must say that I have never been a nun, nor do I know any white rabbits! (I do like trees a lot, though!) Brigid
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Post by SweetSilverBird on Mar 8, 2011 0:52:12 GMT -6
A monkey-man we know as Tim, thought poetry might just suit him. So he polished his rhyme And his pentametre time; and he does it quite well on a whim! ;D
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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 8, 2011 3:18:22 GMT -6
I may be biased, but I like it ;D Also, given that I posted too rather dark poems tonight it is nice to have a cheery one posted by you that speaks of me
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Post by Reilley on Mar 8, 2011 7:39:47 GMT -6
A challenge on a poetry lover's site Got a few of its readers to write They wrote and gave it a shot whether their first limerick or not and both wording and meter was tight!
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Post by dustandwater on Mar 17, 2011 23:35:18 GMT -6
A challenge from poet-man Reilley, A form often used rather wryly, He said keep it clean, Take an innocent theme, One that can make a child smily.
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Post by SweetSilverBird on Mar 18, 2011 0:41:05 GMT -6
Oh that's charming!
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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 18, 2011 0:49:36 GMT -6
I like it - very nice.
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Post by dustandwater on Mar 18, 2011 3:43:02 GMT -6
"Rain, rain, go away!" Keep those heavy clouds at bay. Thunder and lightning, I find rather frightening, So please, only sunshine today.
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Post by Reilley on Mar 18, 2011 5:51:07 GMT -6
All right Karl! Those were great, thank you so much for playing.
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Post by Amanda Moore on Mar 19, 2011 22:30:01 GMT -6
There once was a young maid named Purdy Who loved to clean anything dirty She'd scrub and she'd clean She'd make a house gleam And she never left any home germy
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Post by Reilley on Mar 20, 2011 6:34:48 GMT -6
Alright Amanda, thanks for playing! ;D
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