Limerick, Poetic Form Exercise Options

[JustDaniel]

If ye're deedin' yer Lim'ricks to Wight,
in yer boat let the isle go from sight,
'cause ya ain't goin' back
lest the sheriff 'd sack
ya and hang ya at dawn's early light!

[Merlin]

A Limericker, yuppers, indeeden,
but several more shoorly we needen!
So untie yer boat
if the dang thing will float
from Wight, from Wong, or from Sweden.

[JustDaniel]

If the Wrights coulda winged here from Sweden
do ya think that their biplane'd be needin'
some fix-ups by now?
Pile it into your scow
and ship the thing back. No impedin'!

[Merlin]

“Bye-bye plane,” zwat Orville was staten
since supper was cooking in Dayton,
but that was Ol Wright,
he had made a short flight -
a contraption of his own creatin!



[If nobody else comes to play
in March or April or May,
it then will be June
and most opportune
for fishing around in some bay!]

[JustDaniel]

We play here with our own creations
an' ain't got no anticipations
o' big crows to gather
to work up a lather...
does fishin' get standin' ovations?

[Merlin]

One fish that got standing ovations
for saving a boatload of Haitians
swam off and splish-splashed;
but the poor fella crashed
since he missed in the mist, lighthouse stations.

[JustDaniel]

Lighthouse stations are missed in the mist
when the light goes out; keeper is pissed
at the wages they cut,
so the cape will just jut
in the sea without lights 'til he's kissed.

[Merlin]

When kissing a drunk lighthouse keeper,
beware, his intentions lie deeper
than Davie Jones’ Locker
and boy, what a shocker
to see him unsheathe his big “beeper”.

to see him expose his big “beeper”.

to hear him cut loose one big “beeper”.

[JustDaniel]

It seems that the keeper has hid
or has sheathed or has bound up a kid
or some secretive thing
with a strange-sounding ping
that the guilds of lighthousemen forbid.

[Merlin]

A lighthouseman lived in Flummox
with his wife who was really a fox.
She returned back to land
with a traveling band
and now flashes him back on the rocks.

[Alan]

SPACED OFF

There's nothing quite like gin on the rocks
for blowing them right off, your socks;
but whisky and tonic
are quitely sub-sonic
now orbiting Venus, yes, your rocks

Alan

[JustDaniel]

It's venal to show off your rocks
while standing before her in socks
and nothing else, bare
to get her to stare
at something so small at the locks.

[Merlin]

She stared at my locks with great pride,
admiration was hopeless to hide.
Thick fur, black and curly
and below it, dear Shirley,
the key to Atlantis inside.

[JustDaniel]

The Keys to Atlantis had slid
in the ocean, and there they are hid
like the Florida Keys
will if Neptune would wheeze
from contagion when he flips his lid!

[Merlin]

Those Keyes are now kept in Bermuda,
I’m told by a kind barracuda.
He went to Poseidon
who retrieved ‘em from Haydn
while Neptune played spoons with a Buddha.

[JustDaniel]

While Neptune was spooning with Buddha
the other gods thought that they shoulda
thrown ice on the two,
but Boreas blew
them off, got their goat... they ate gouda.

[Alan]

For those who would would eat Edam or Gouda
their worlds gets considerably louder
for the cheese is so bland
that it ought to be banned
a milk lake would stand out much prouder

Alan

[JustDaniel]

It was sad that the milk lake went sour;
will its scoops on our food overpower
the taste of our spuds
or our fresh salad buds?
Will our milk-bathing friends sit and glower?

[Merlin]

A herring and milk-bathing friends
were given an order to cleanse
the long Milky Whey
from Madras to Cathay,
all straits, all curds and almonds!

[JustDaniel]

With Kurds and their almonds, be straight
'cause patients ain't one o' their traits.
Be fair with your offer;
the contract he'll profer
could otherwise carry more freight.