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Post by Brigid Briton on Sept 24, 2011 12:04:37 GMT -6
How about another limerick challenge? It's been a while since we really indulged our nonsensical sides, so do you want to have a go?
Here's mine:
There once was a girl so romantic she fell for a boy quite pedantic who lectured in verse and so made her curse the day he discovered semantics.
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Post by SweetSilverBird on Sept 24, 2011 12:46:15 GMT -6
Okay Brigid, I'll play! A beautiful blue Himalayan Decided she just wouldn't stay in. She floofed up her fur, Took off in a blur- We tell folks she's simply mis-laden. ;D
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Post by heatherwordbender on Sept 24, 2011 16:41:55 GMT -6
There once was an unholy terror, Quite convinced he was never in error, Until such a disgrace He was banned every place Now his malicious misdeeds are much rarer.
*added the much. better rhythm
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Post by Brigid Briton on Sept 24, 2011 17:17:11 GMT -6
Hi Deb and Heather, Your limericks are awesome!
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Post by dustandwater on Sept 24, 2011 20:51:27 GMT -6
I do like a limerick.
A young girl who lived down in Cantebury Invited the vicar for afternoon tea She added a shot of strong liquor Which quite captured the tastes of the vicar And now he takes mass in the brewery.
I'm not sure about the correctness of some elements here: Vicar - Mass? and the verb for mass, 'give' or 'take'?
-D&W
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Post by Brigid Briton on Sept 24, 2011 21:14:03 GMT -6
Hi d&w I guess we'll have to wait for the Catholics to weigh in here. I'm not sure whether vicars celebrate mass (I think they do). "Takes" mass, I believe would indicate that someone else is serving it, which would be correct, considering he's in a brewery, not a church. (Of course it wouldn't really be mass since bartenders aren't authorized to celebrate it, but, this is a limerick, after all, so poetic license is rampant.) I do question the rhyming of "Cantebury" (sic) and "afternoon tea". Why not just say "a young girl who lived by the sea" or some such? But that nit-picking aside, I found this quite a romp!
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Post by Reilley on Feb 20, 2014 10:16:48 GMT -6
There once was a Bishop from Bree who splashed mud on a young lady's knee She cried, "Heavens above!" He said, "Yes, I know, love, But I must be getting back for my tea."
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Post by Brigid Briton on Feb 20, 2014 21:43:15 GMT -6
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Post by Reilley on Feb 21, 2014 10:03:44 GMT -6
There was a young man from Australia Whose limericks were kind of a failure. He'd be doing just fine Until he reached the fifth line, And then he... Oh damn.
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Post by Brigid Briton on Feb 21, 2014 11:04:53 GMT -6
Hiya Reilley,
Great! I might say "reached" instead of "got to" in the fourth line, to maintain limerick cadence.
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Post by Reilley on Feb 22, 2014 21:44:56 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.
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Post by Reilley on Feb 24, 2014 10:14:33 GMT -6
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.
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Post by Brigid Briton on Feb 24, 2014 10:36:22 GMT -6
Good one, Reilley! Not a limerick, but an ode to a limerick! Made me smile! (see?)
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