Limerick, Poetic Form Exercise Options

[JustDaniel]

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.

[Larry]

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!

[JustDaniel]

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.

[Larry]

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.

[JustDaniel]

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.

[Larry]

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.

[JustDaniel]

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.

[Larry]

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

[JustDaniel]

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.

[Larry]

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.

[Alan]

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

[Larry]

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 ...!

[JustDaniel]

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?

[Larry]

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

[JustDaniel]

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!

[Alan]

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

[JustDaniel]

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?

[Larry]

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.

[Alan]

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

[Larry]

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.