Limerick, Poetic Form Exercise Options

[JustDaniel]

Please leave us a loan, said the tree;
the forest is bigger than me.
We all use cool winters
to heal many splinters
then bud forth in spring, rested, free.

[Alan]

THIS BUD'S OF YOU

Then, Bud, fourth is spring, best season
for the earth, for now is the reason
for acts of procreation
and much other gyration,
so of pleasure there's a touch, or frisson

Alan

[JustDaniel]

No pleasure from touch in a prison
when morning demands have arisen
and you need relief
but fear to debrief
lest someone be there on a mission.

[Larry]

In a prison there’s no shower stall
so make sure that you’re soap doesn’t fall
when the lather is thick.
If it drops, here a trick;
just rinse off with your back to the wall.

[JustDaniel]

When your back's to the wall don't get flustered
lest it seem that you can't cut the mustard,
and don't fear the flack
if eggs you should crack;
just use them to cook up a custard.

[Larry]

Poor old Custer had no wall to save
all the men he had mustered. The brave
and his self met demise
quick as an arrow flies.
Shish-ka-bobbed in the front, back and nave.

[JustDaniel]

Shush! 'cause Bob 'hind your back is a knave
who acts in your face that he's brave,
but he waggles his tongue
with rogues he's among
and doesn't know how to behave.

[Larry]

In societal bounds, “to behave”
is conformity’s child; ‘t would enslave
everyone, old and young.
Paraphrasing Carl Jung,
“Personality’s death would be grave.”

[Alan]

RAVE-CYCLED

Personality will not die at the grave
it's the one bit of you that is saved
so you start off anew
with a new body too
just imagine, once again you can rave !

Alan McAlpine Douglas

[Alan]

For now, once again you can rave
at the iniquity of the grave
for your late body
did get rather shoddy
'tis only a soul you can save ....

ALan

[Larry]

Let this string with its too somber tone
meet demise. A quick death I condone.
For a Limerick should be
fun and slightly bawdy
ending with a chuckle or a groan.

[JustDaniel]

Amen' d with a chuckle or groan
when the preacher has jokingly shown
you a path you might take
if you would but forsake
some selfishness... seeking your own.

[Alan]

SEEK AND YE SHALL NOT FIND

It ain't easy, this seeking your own
when the gut is so gross, overgrown
so you fumble and stir
ask "Is it really there"
verdict, sadly, it's quite overblown

Alan

[Larry]

I must ask so I won't be remiss
in obtaining the source of this bliss
for I have never known
anyone overblown.
Does it end with a moan or a hiss?

[JustDaniel]

I can't answer that question, friend Larry,
but friend Alan, I wish you would tarry
to see that forsaking
is the undertaking:
from selfishness one should be wary!

[Larry]

Is it selfish; considered obtuse
in me wishing for this train’s caboose?
Silly rhymes I would make,
“Serious” I’d forsake.
If the limerick’s not fun, what’s the use?

[Alan]

SICK HUMOUR ?

If the limerick’s not fun, what’s the use?
Well, no sense of humour's my excuse :
life is so serious,
damn deleterious,
that laughing's a form of abuse !

Alan

(PS Written as the devil's advocate)

[Larry]

It's a "now proven" scientific truth,
and it would be remiss and uncouth
if I did not report
matters of great import...
Laughter is now my fountain of youth.

[Rhymer]

SICK HUMOUR ?

If the limerick’s not fun, what’s the use?
Well, no sense of humour's my excuse :
life is so serious,
damn deleterious,
that laughing's a form of abuse !

Alan

(PS Written as the devil's advocate)

Some limericks are raunchy and crude,
and others tend to be lewd,
but the best of them all,
are the ones I recall,
being downright dirty and rude.

A limerick paints a brief scene,
its relevance, easily seen,
but if said and done,
it's merely a pun,
it’s never thought good when it’s clean.

My December thoughts. Lol!

[JustDaniel]

I'll take off my clothes here to prove
that in Limericks it oft will behoove
us to lather with soap
if there's any hope
in bathing... our dirt to remove.