Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Monday Poetry Stretch - Limericks

It's Tuesday, not Monday! I've learned it's awfully hard to read a blog post when you hit save instead of publish! That's what I get for trying to do seven things at once. As I age I seem to be getting worse at multi-tasking.

I've been a little down-in-the-dumps, so I believe some limericks might cheer me up. I'm currently trying to finish this one:

There was a young woman from Bath
Who loved nothing better than math
     She ...

I am stuck at the moment, but I promise a rousing finish.

What limerick will you share this week? Leave me a note about your poem and I'll share the results in time for Poetry Friday.
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8 comments:

  1. janeyolen2/13/2013 5:39 AM

    A poet who had a head code
    Had a terrible time with her node.
    She sniffled and snuffled
    And sneezeled and whuffled,
    And rhymed, "This is getting quite ode."

    From the head cold addled brain of Jane Yolen
    ©2013 all rights reserved

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  2. Anonymous2/13/2013 6:49 AM

    Bob Boone

    Down the ages, baboons loved to play
    In the animal kingdom all day,
    Until one hollered, Ciao!
    To the jungle, and now
    He’s at Ape Elementary, Pre-K.

    Alternate last line:
    He's a sophomore at UCLA.

    © 2012 J. Patrick Lewis, all rights reserved

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  3. KateCoombs2/13/2013 8:52 AM

    A clever young man lived for Twitter.
    Each day he sat there on his sitter
    Sending Tweets he thought hot
    But his Twit friends did not—
    When they got down to three he was bitter.

    —Kate Coombs 2013
    all rights reserved

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  4. janeyolen2/13/2013 5:31 PM

    My poetry peeps are a hoot,
    Each poem is always a beaut.
    I love when they rhyme,
    and scan almost all of the time,
    but also love them when they don't.

    xxxJane

    ©2013 Jane Yolen, all rights reserved

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  5. Vikram Madan2/16/2013 4:18 AM

    The limerick is often pooh-poohed
    By the haughty and scholarly prude
    Yet these snooty old cliques
    Are the first to sneak peeks
    When that limerick turns bawdy and lewd

    Vikram Madan

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  6. Charles Waters2/19/2013 3:15 PM

    LOU AND HIS PARAKEET

    There once was a man named Lou,
    Who lost his favorite shoe,
    So I gave him mine
    Then he felt fine
    And said, "A perfect fit thank you!"

    (C) Charles Waters 2013 all rights reserved.

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  7. david elzey2/19/2013 11:32 PM

    The poor Writer who found his words blocked
    Dashed off Poems to help them get unlocked;
    But the format he picked
    Was that bugbear Limerick,
    And four lines was all he could... concoct?

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  8. Anonymous2/20/2013 5:16 PM

    when the three little pigs set out
    to banter and frolic about,
    they had no idea
    they’d be shivering in fear
    of a blustery wolf and his snout.


    when old Mother Hubbard
    went to her cupboard,
    the cupboard was bare
    except for the glare
    of a highly recalcitrant buzzard.

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