I should have thought to work on this form last week while everyone was celebrating St. Patrick's Day. Well, better late than never. I love limericks. They always make me smile and sometimes even laugh out loud. I'm particularly fond of some of the poems in Grimericks, written by Susan Pearson and illustrated by Gris Grimly. Here's one of them.
Augustus, a ghoul who played chess,What kind of limerick(s) will you write? Leave me a note about your poem(s) and I'll post the results here later this week.
felt his game was a howling success.
If a player could beat him,
then Gus would just eat him,
"Too bad," he said. "One player less."
This is from AN EGRET'S DAY and I will try and write a new limerick later.
ReplyDeleteNesting, An Egret Limerick
Our home it is here in the sticks,
With three very boisterous chicks.
They bully and fight
Until they take flight,
But it’s nothing that we cannot fix.
©2010 Jane Yolen, all rights reserved
Hey Tricia,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your very kind comment this morning.
Here's my limerick:
a woman on chemo one day
thought the world was just crumbling away
then she felt the clouds lift
and said thanks for the gift
of my life. Now I think I will stay.
Thanks for the challenge!
Andrea
WeCanRebuildHer.com -- Our Breast Cancer Journey
OK--here's what I've got:
ReplyDeleteA writer who wrote only prose
Took a very unwelcoming pose:
“There are things that no poet
Could bloody well know, it
Takes more than addressing a Rose.”
But the poet, in turn, gave a look.
Said, “It’s more than just writing a book
Of hundreds of pages,
Of arcs, plots, and stages,
Or catching your fish with that Hook.”
The reader addressing the two,
Said, “Nothing you say or you do
Can make my heart twitter.
So stop with the bitter.
Really, you haven’t a clue!”
So which of the three has it right?
Is there poetry or prose in your sight?
Or do both have a place
In the read-writing race,
Bringing all of us readers delight?
© 2010 Jane Yolen, all rights reserved
A housewife once started to jog
ReplyDeleteWith a ferret, three kids, and a dog.
She set a slow pace
And got red in the face,
So instead she decided to blog.
--Kate Coombs, 2010
OK--so limericks are addictive. In honor of Barbara Cooney AND our fair hostess here, I wrote this last one. And now I am quitting cold turkey.
ReplyDeleteMiss Rumphius loved things of blue
So decided she knew what to do.
She spent her spare hours
By planting blue flowers,
And my! How those hours just flew!
© 2010 Jane Yolen, all rights reserved
I just wrote this last night for the Pinkwater Podcast contest. The theme was insects...
ReplyDeleteThere's a fly who parasitizes
and on one beetle it specializes.
It lays eggs in their larvae.
Maggots hatch and are starvy.
So they eat them from their insideses.
There once was a cat with no tail
ReplyDeletewho ordered herself one by mail.
When it came she said, "Thanks.
I’m no longer a Manx.
It’s too small, but I got it on sale."
Here's an old limerick that I wrote many years ago:
ReplyDeleteGorillas and camels and gnus
All hurried to line up by twos...
Couldn't wait to embark
Upon Noah's new ark
And relax on a forty-day cruise.
Williamean Limerick
ReplyDeleteI want to write poems – it’s true.
Amazing Word-Art – wouldn’t you?
But how is it done?
I’m having no fun.
Is this meter right? I’ve no clue.
A poem – I think shouldn’t be
So hard that one needs a degree
To understand it,
To deem it legit -
But then I watch lots of TV…
They say Shakespeare wrote in fine rhyme.
I wonder if he’d have the time
If he lived today
Could he find a way
To cook, work AND write words sublime?
OK, so a Shakespeare I’m not.
I’m just a raft. He’s a yacht.
Is that metaphor?!
Would you like some more?
It may be that I have a shot!
by Liz Korba