Oh no, it's a Limerick challenge
Dust off your bad puns and your "groaner" verse, and enter the Oh, no, it's a Limerick challenge. No judges, no rules, no prizes, no deadlines, and probably no point to it other than the fact that the entire world really hates a good Limerick.
Watch your language, guys, this is a family place.
Here's a tame little poem, one that I gave very little thought to, but none the less am quite proud of, sincerity-wise and speed-writing-wise.
There once was a guy named Mark
Who thought web writers needed a spark,
So he gave us this place
With plenty of space
And navigation that's a walk in the park.
Now, I know you can do better than this. Give it a try. Let's rock this place with terrible poetry that's worth a laugh. Tack on a comment or create your own post.
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Submitted by Trick Falls on Sat, 06/21/2008 - 09:31.
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Yes, a Writing Challenge
I love a writing challenge. Here is my limerick(s) TF.
There once was a blogger named Jellen
Who needed a niche for the telling
Of dribble and prose
And worldly woes
On a site where the ads were a selling.
There once was a blogger named Jellen
Who’s made but few clicks for the telling
But posts here because
Every good blogger does
It's community this site's a selling.
Great start, Jellen
And two Limericks as well! Good bloggers often know how to write fast!
Thanks for a great start to the challenge.
TF
I once was a wee, lonely
I once was a wee, lonely mime,
__________________________Who tried and tried for to rhyme
a word or a phrase
to the end of her days
But gave up due to the lack of time.
Kim Smith
author of Avenging Angel, a Shannon Wallace Mystery
Beach Bummed now available at mouthfullofbullets.com
The Blue Goose now available at mystericale.com
Ah, we all feel this way from time to time
Good one! Now, here's a bad one:
There once was a blogger name Trick
Whose poems made him quite sick.
The reason was that
The rhymes were all flat
And the meter fell like a brick.
TF
Tree limerick
Limericks! As a pitifully inept poet, I appreciate the chance to write limericks -- it is about the only type of verse that I am even mildly able to create.
The value of one single tree
__________________________Is massive, I hope you agree
Cleans air and looks stately
Impresses me greatly
So think twice, and just let them be
Come and see me over at MySpace!
Elizabeth Grace
You're the one I want on the front lines...
...when developers start bulldozing the forest primaeval in order to make space for anothe WAL MART.
Your limerick will go on your sign, of course.
TF
The Man With The Bucket
There once was a man with a pail
It was as heavy as if filled with nails
When he reached his last breath
We saw what was left
-Twas filled with hope-
And we all carried on what was left.
and one more
In the streets of Tarrytown
Where no one ever frowned
There once was a galloping fool
Who tore through the town on his mule
He was constantly drunk, in his saddle he sunk
But he alway thought he was so cool
Then one day he stopped in
__________________________To the town bar for a gin
and this the townspeople spoke
"That's an @$$ you're ridin,'"
And they continued the chidin'
"But you're the bigger one bloke"
Nick Oliva
Author, "Only Moments"
www.onlymomentsbook.com
You've gone past the call of duty, Nick
Good stuff. Maybe we all ought to be using more Limericks like this.
TF
Nick, is your limerick autobiographical?
Just wonderin'
__________________________If it is true that the squeaky wheel gets the grease, I must be a very slippery character by now.
I bet he won't sign an affadavit about that
Of course, if he does, it might help sell more books.
TF