Limerick, Poetic Form Exercise Options

[JustDaniel]

Keep your finest-toothed comb in your drawer,
'cause at AP there's more than before
ever visited here;
you can post without fear
it'll sit for two months like post-war.

[Larry]

Like post-war, it will sit for two months
left unread even if there are stunts
to entice some critique
even if it’s as weak
as my bowels. No one hears all the grunts.

[JustDaniel]

Please, I don't want to listen to bow'ls,
nor to see others snapped by your tow'ls.
Get me out of your dorm
watching groan men perform
as if apes. I'd expected some owls!

[Larry]

I’d expected some growls as if apes
had consumed far too many green grapes
so the food on my plate
helps digestion abate
all the noise with a breakfast of crepes.

[JustDaniel]

I’d expected some growls as if apes
had consumed far too many green grapes
so the food on my plate
helps digestion abate
all the noise with a breakfast of crepes.

[JustDaniel]

All these noises at breakfast! What creeps!
All the snapping and popping and beeps
freak me out, and their hats!
Are they housing some bats?
All this sound while my dignity sleeps!

[Larry]

All this sound while my dignity sleeps
could be snores that sound like some old jeeps
in dire need of repair
but my glottis can share
the love calls that whales hear in the deeps.

[JustDaniel]

Lovers called tell a whale of a tale;
I'm afraid checking facts won't avail.
But it sounds like it's real
when you hear of a seal
brought by Whale when it latched on his tail.

[Larry]

When he latched on whale’s tail he was brought
to a stand-still, the rope was too taut
so he hoped his harpoon
would release very soon
for ski lessons was not what he sought.

[JustDaniel]

Why are ski lessons taught by a sot?
If you're wanting to ski, then you ought
to be sober, my friend.
You could come to your end,
and your wife would be (maybe?) distraught.

[Larry]

If my wife is distraught, maybe you
could console her, you know what to do;
tell her you were my friend
all the way to the end
and to call you if she’s feeling blue.

[JustDaniel]

If I'd call her she'd not know my voice,
and it's likely it would be here choice
to call 911
and pull out a gun.
I'd claim I'm James Montgomery Boice.

[Larry]

James Montgomery Boice you might claim
but she is not aware of that name.
She’s of Methodist bent
and to any extent
feels that preachers should not seek such fame.

[JustDaniel]

I'm no seeker of fame, 'cause I know
if I got it I'd still have to show
I deserve it right now
and I do not know how
but to plant it and hope it will grow.

[Larry]

If you hope it will grow when you plant
something new in your garden, I’ll grant
that for better success
you must turn, mulch and dress
your small plot or your chances are scant.

[JustDaniel]

I don't till in my garden while scant!
With my neighbors right there, Sir, I can't
dig in my underwear;
I'm afraid I would scare
the poor Lady, and her Lord would rant.

[Larry]

Lord and Lady would rant if they’re poor,
it would be more than they could endure
so they levy a tax
on the populace backs
and their cattle and flocks and manure.

[JustDaniel]

If her prattle's producing manure
it is time, I suppose, that you shoo 'er
and go on with life
without struggle and strife
even if you retire to obscure.

[Larry]

To obscure, even if you retire,
might be causing a problem most dire
for a good camouflage
must be more than hodge-podge;
success will leave you naught to admire.

[JustDaniel]

If you've naught to admire in success
there's need that you acquiesce;
you're a hermit now friend;
life it out to the end
or your life will be more of a mess.