Limerick, Poetic Form Exercise Options

[Larry]

The acerbic salubrious lime
May deserve a salute in its clime
But its use in the cheek
Paired with tongue is unique
And enhances surperflous rhyme

[JustDaniel]

Salubrious fruit don't sound good --
seems like slobb'rin' all over yer food!
I don' like Mucus Welby
an he may as well be
a horse doc, if I'm understood!

[Larry]

Some detest or shun wholesome repast
Though the menu's exceedingly vast
They'll eat burgers and fries
'Till they triple in size
I'm amazed when they call that food, "Fast".

[JustDaniel]

Yer fast food should only be water
an' juice maybe, 'cause the folks oughta
eat nothin' at all,
but so's they don' fall,
have liquid -- that's my imprimatur.

[Larry]

Juice and water are nice, I concur;
But the rule book is vague, as it were
For if poured over Jack
I'd be taken a'back
O' the woodshed and given "What fer".

[JustDaniel]

In back o' the shed's where a bum
learned what fer if 'e really was dumb
but a guy an' a gal
ain't like bein' a pal --
gotta study anatomy some.

[Larry]

I remember that Ann and I spent,
On a brief educational stint,
Time behind the tool shed
With some hay for a bed.
That's the place where Ann at a me went!

[JustDaniel]

Ann atomically speaking blew up
the size of her breast hugging cup
and filled it with tissue
to tease you to issue
your shed-invitation to shtup.

[Larry]

Yes, the issue of tissue arose
But there wasn’t enough for a nose
Her Olympus Mons squared
Was no way size impaired
Tissue cushioned the place her cups squooze


and


I’d heard rumors of embellished girth
The mere mention of which causes mirth
There was plenty to spare
Of mammalian pair
Plethora in excess but no dearth

[JustDaniel]

Talk of Martian volcanoes and such
is disturbing if she has a clutch
since men are from Mars...
so your image just jars
me -- you with a blossoming butch!

[Larry]

Metaphoric inflations construe
That the Martian volcano won’t do
For analogous spheres
Of a shape which endears
Gray’s hypothesis I don’t eschew

[Cleo_Serapis]

!!

[JustDaniel]

I once met a phoric inflation
that brought me abreast of oblation
I needed to make
if ever I'd take
advantage of such adaptation.

[Larry]

Many Eucharists I have seen blessed
But what’s given in Flation’s the best
One was brought by a Phoric?
Could that be in New Yoric?
Two would be much more fun, I‘ll attest

[JustDaniel]

A romantic encounter's brief quiet
comes just after the one has to cry it
aloud several times
while her partner's id climbs
the walls to get out -- then they sigh it.

[JustDaniel]

A batter with no air to breathe
makes pancakes on which you could teethe
your baby -- or toss
like Frisbees across
the kitchen... but Mama would seethe.

[Larry]

Hi Daniel,

In answer to your prior post, I have two. I'll work on the other one later.

Though his Id isn’t hidden at all
When it’s striving to climb up that wall
Echoes of her delight
Make him think that he might
Be the cause and the reason for thrall


and


Susurrating sighs show satisfaction,
Inspire Id’s intimate interaction
Gasping girls graciously
Have harmoniously
Satiated… start sizing subtraction

[Larry]

I had heard of that young man who tried
To eat pancakes made by his new bride
But his utensils bent
To their greatest extent
Front and back, all his efforts denied

and continuing on...

So he got his wood chisel and maul
But could make no impression at all
His new wife understood
When he asked if she would
Make some more for his new garden wall

[JustDaniel]

Since the walls at the newlyweds' bed
(both the bedroom's and garden's, you said)
have discovered new use
likely soon Dr Seuss
won't long sit around lonely, unread.

[Larry]

Dr. Seuss on the loose just won’t do!
Could it be about pancakes in lieu
Of good mortar and stones?
Tell him my wife condones
The use of her homemade biscuits too.