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Aug 9 03, 17:37
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A Limerick is a popular form of short, humorous verse, often nonsensical and frequently ribald. It consists of five lines, rhyming aabba, and the dominant meter is anapestic (a metrical foot composed of two short syllables followed by one long one, as in the word seventeen. 2. A line of verse using this meter; for example, “’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house”), with two feet in the third and fourth lines and three feet in the others. Examples of limerick:
"The limerick packs laughs anatomical into space that is quite economical, But the good ones I’ve seen so seldom are clean and the clean ones so seldom are comical."
"There once was a young man from Kew who found a dead mouse in his stew. Said the waiter, “Don’t shout or wave it about, or the rest will be wanting one too!”
"There was an old man from Peru, who dreamed he was eating his shoe. He woke in a fright in the middle of the night and found it was perfectly true."
The origin of the term is obscure, but a group of poets in Co. Limerick, Ireland, wrote limericks in Irish in the 18th cent. The first collections in English date from c.1820. Among the most famous are those in E. Lear's Book of Nonsense (1846).
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Feb 2 11, 09:05
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Since I'm batchin* for three weeks, I tried out the biscuits, Kentuck' Country Fired ... and I shoulda got more 'cause theirs'll outscore opponents; it can't be denied!
*Yesterday took my wife to the plane for her Mexico trip -- it's insane! She's now stuck in Dallas in airport's ice palace, and boy, is she feeling the pain.
At eleven today she should leave for Guadalajara, relieved -- though she'll still go by car over mountains quite far, but new grandson will be a reprieve.
Dominick Angel Montoya was born to our middle daughter DoriAn and husband Jose on Jan. 18 -- their first after two miscarriages.
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Feb 2 11, 17:30
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First of all Daniel, congratulations on your new grandson. Bet you feel great about that. Not so great on the "Batchin" part though, huh?
I once lived in Big D long ago And remember the times it would snow Frozen roads here and there Gave good drivers a scare When the bad ones just slid to and fro.
Bachelorhood is a game I won’t play. For three weeks? No not even a day! I’d have had to depart With my little sweetheart Down to Mexico with her, Ole!
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Feb 10 11, 13:15
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It snowed here this morning -- a dusting so weather seems finally adjusting to normalcy, but I'm not gonna strut; I'm not to predictions entrusting!
re goin' down Mexico way I would have, but I had to stay. My time was all used; recovery refused to shorten itself many days.
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Feb 11 11, 13:52
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A mere dusting is what I have seen From the Arctic’s snow making machine. But I’ve heard, word of mouth That down in the deep South Fall to Spring, ain’t no white in between.
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That’s enough about snow for I see Small white blossoms on my Mayhaw tree Spring has sprung, Winter’s dead. In my front flower bed Daffodils share their beauty with me.
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Feb 14 11, 11:07
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During night-before-last, our main froze somewhere up the street. I suppose that I should be glad I was warm inside, clad for bed and found restful repose.
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Feb 14 11, 15:40
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We don't have water mains where I stay For we do it the old fashioned way From our well which we drilled Comes pure water. I'm thrilled With zero water bills every day.
"Kentwood Springs" will make millions each year Selling water to folks far and near But their aquifer's source Flows beneath us, of course So I bathe in their profits right here.
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Feb 15 11, 15:22
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I pay little mind to the profit of others, and often I scoff it 'cause soon comes the day 'twill all burn away according to many a prophet.
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Feb 16 11, 11:08
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Though the mouths of the prophets exude Direst warnings that time will conclude Wall Street and the big banks Will go on ‘till it tanks For un-prophet-ability’s rude
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Feb 18 11, 06:43
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So pinch bucks and pennies for stock and fill up the wind-cracks with calk to save all you can but since time began it winds up when it's 12 o'clock.
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Feb 19 11, 09:06
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There once was an old miser who’d grieve O’er the halfpenny tips he would leave On a table for thanks, Kept the rest in his banks. “No ex-pence” was his recitative.
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Feb 19 11, 17:18
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NON-RUSSIAN COLLECTIVE
The collective for grabbers of money whether rain falls, it's snowing, or sunny - one and all, cankers - is "Wunch of Bankers" except, they are not in the least funny
Alan McAlpine Douglas
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Feb 20 11, 16:30
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Well, Hello Alan,
Welcome aboard the Limerick Limited. Loved your 4th line Spoonerism.
I must say Bankers are without class While the politicians are quite crass They're all in for the dough But I'd like them to know I don't have none, so just kiss my ...!
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Feb 22 11, 13:51
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I'm trying to follow your rhyme and meter... but ran out of time. Perhaps it's a farce... or am I an arse for tripping... or are you a mime?
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Feb 22 11, 15:06
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Most of mine are in anapest form One two three, One two three is my norm But in lines three and four Dactylics I adore Didn't mean to stir up such a storm
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Feb 22 11, 16:03
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The storm was a farce, my good friend; was pretending "me no comprehend..."I filled in the blank... but your chain I'd still yank. There's nothing you need to defend!
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Feb 22 11, 16:16
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PSALTERTED COD ?
Larry, pay no mind to our Daniel who'll joke, ever eager, like spaniel can't help it - he's a Yank p'rhaps thoroughly to spank ? so take him with salt, a mere granule !
Alan
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Feb 22 11, 18:50
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Is our Larry a cannibal, Al? Would you spank me and salt me, old pal? Would you boil me or bake me then to Larry take me for a meal internacional?
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Feb 23 11, 01:13
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Can o’ Bull? I’d much rather have Coors With that granule of salt; I’ll use yours. Though obtuse with his joke On baked Daniel, I’d choke I’ll just toast limericking connoisseurs.
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Feb 23 11, 01:55
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Can 'e ball ? Can't 'e ball ? Well who cares ? There's a time, and a tide, in affairs which are, quite sure, a joke life's thin pig in fat poke so man seeks redemption in prayers !
Love Alan
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Feb 24 11, 15:03
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Priers pry, prayers pray, preyers prey As the time and the tide roll away But to poke a thin pig With a finger or twig Ain’t no joke. That’s all I have to say.
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