Limerick, Poetic Form Exercise Options

[Larry]

Will that mass of cheap gas e’er return
that the Woke and the left often spurn;
or will we foot the bills
of EV’s in landfills
poisoning all of us ‘till we burn.

[JustDaniel]

Am I poisoning you when I burn
paper trash with tree-limbs? Would you spurn
what i do to reduce
garbage out, and to spruce
up my house for the rest that I yearn?

[Larry]

I, too, yearn for some rest from my work
on the large debris piles which I shirk.
Ida wrecked the back yard
so I’ll play Nature’s card;
let piles rot where some creatures now lurk.

[JustDaniel]

Creatures lurk from your piles of leaf-rot
None should worry that they will be shot
'cause we don't have a gun
but if we did have one
I might shoot them to cook in a pot!

[Larry]

Shooting creatures to put in a pot
seems to be inexpensive. It’s not!
There are specialty stores
that are stocked to the doors
with game meats and they don’t cost a lot.

[JustDaniel]

gamy meats oft are sold by the lot
for the passengers' meals on a yacht
who are sailing for fun
and enjoying the sun
from the dinner-cruise tickets they've bought

[Larry]

You’ve bought tickets for some dinner cruise
on a yacht in the gulf where you’ll schmooze
with the rich upper crust
but your trip is a bust.
They’re all poor, the food’s bad, and no booze.

[JustDaniel]

Poor boozer got drunk with no food
but he thought the experience good.
He has no memory
of his break-dancing free
of all clothing. Most folks thought him lewd.

[Larry]

If folks think you are lewd to break-dance
without clothes; you’d explain with a chance.
You’ve been drunk for a while
as you stood on a pile
and your clothes are now full of red ants.

[JustDaniel]

If your clothes are now full of red ants
you had best run and find some new pants
or jump into the pond
unless that too 's been pawned
to the broker who shouted in rants

[Larry]

When your broker is shouting and rants
about all the great stocks there’s a chance
that commissions you’ll pay
drain your 401K
and finance his vacation to France.

[JustDaniel]

If you finance his travel to France
you can pack a small bomb in his pants
that he carries aboard,
though a bit untoward!
He'll be giving inspectors some dance!

[Larry]

If the dancing inspectors can’t find
the C-4 that’s stuffed near his behind;
bring the dogs in that sniff.
They’re sure to get a whiff
and the bite they’ll apply is unkind.

[JustDaniel]

If the bite the dog gives is unkind
you'll throw up if you recently dined
and your headache will hurt
even after your spurt
in the toilet, however refined.

[Larry]

In the toilet, your body’s refined
your last meal. Etiquette says be kind
when you give it a flush;
whether solid or mush.
Use good sense for your scents left behind.

[JustDaniel]

If the scents left behind are perfume
from a skunk, then your sign, I assume
will be, "Enter not here!
Don't even come near!
You had best stay away from this room!"

[Larry]

If you’re staying away from the room
where the flatulence starts with ka-boom,
then I’d say, there’s a chance
you’ll be needing new pants
and perhaps some more Fruit of The Loom.

[JustDaniel]

If the loom is the source of your fruit
then perhaps you might weave her a suit
and of course she will pay...
or at least will some day
Just remember, her suit's not hirsute!

[Larry]

“her suit’s not hirsute?”


If her suit’s not hirsute, she won’t twitch
from the garment you made, stitch by stitch
so with each changing style
she can wear it a while.
As a tailor, you’ll never get rich.

[JustDaniel]

As a tailer, you'll never get rich
unless everyone falls in a ditch
and you're running alone
while you're crossing the Rhone
and all Italy calls you a bitch.