Limerick, Poetic Form Exercise Options

[Larry]

With our skills from above, we’ll help some
find a banquet of words or a crumb
to enhance or fill in
when they pick up a pen
that grew dusty while their muse was numb.

[JustDaniel]

If your muse had gone numb and pen dusty
we can help you oil up what got rusty
if you will drop in
to give writing a spin
and get feedback that's not always trusty!

[Larry]

Always trusty? Feedback that you get
'round these parts may not be but I'll bet
the intent is true blue.
We're all here to help you
with the phrase; "take or toss". Don't you fret.

[JustDaniel]

There's no fret if you keep it or toss
without comment; you needn't emboss
it and file it away;
just cut, paste all day;
so long as you write it, you're boss!

[Merlin]

You’re the boss and whee two are the crew!
All the others have got up and flew.
The message is clear –
let’s give it a cheer;
lest something gets done, it’s “Adieu!”

[JustDaniel]

What's that on the ground? It's a dew
to water the weeds when we're through
each night as we sleep
with nary a peep...
tomorrow the grass may be blue.

[Alan]

PURPLE PATCH

Tomorrow the grass is true blue
when Obama retreats down the queue
The electorate votes
and throws out the scrotes
and turns the whole country askew

Alan

Just realised that you use red and blue to mean the opposite - we have BLUE conservatives !

scrote Noun. 1. A contemptible person.
2. An abb. of scrotum.
3. A young criminal. Derog. [Police use]

[Larry]

The whole country asks you to return
all the liberties which you now spurn
by the laws you have passed
and the debts you’ve amassed;
China may call on you to adjourn.

[JustDaniel]

When China decides it's enough
they've got what it takes just to snuff
us out without thought
of who we have fought;
to run us smack over's not tough.

[Larry]

Ruin us not with an overstuffed snack.
Use your head and think twice; put it back
before some mayor sez
you can’t even eat pez
‘cause it may give you a heart attack

[Merlin]

A heart attack’s not on the menu
or shouldn’t be anywhere when you
are dining on phez(ant)
or neighborhood pez(ant)
who wanted a change in the venue!


(for you Alan, thx for the bit of education!)

A scrote had an itch in his tum,
so he called his reliable chum
to see if she’d help
without causing a yelp –
the result was a murmuring thrum!

[Thoth]

I'm a peasant plucker
(that's a pheasant plucker's son)
I'm wont to phuck the pleasants
when the pheasant plucking's done.

[JustDaniel]

Not writing quatrains in here, Wally...
though to scribble them surely is jolly!
Please come back and play;
I know that our day
will jump if you're tossing the ball-y!

[Merlin]

While thrumming a phezant, the plucker
ran plum out of vigor and succor.
There he sat on his tush
by a mulberry bush.
They weren’t ripe; he continued to pucker.



Quatrains on a Limerick site?
One more line otto make it alright!
So keep plucking pheasants,
we’ll keep bringing presents.
Those phezants, do they ever byte?

[JustDaniel]

On peasants an' pheasants an' vigor
an' succor an' tush, who would figger
that we're here to write
some lines that ain't trite?
Well... no one, I guess... we're all jiggers!

[Alan]

There once was a man, hailed from Jigger
who mined in his nose with some vigor
when he got right through
he demanded a "brew"
cuz he realised he had become a Digger !

Alan

PS Digger = Aussie (they are on opposite end of the world, dug right through from UK)

[JustDaniel]

If ye're diggin' that deep in yer nose,
one wonders if you'd need a hose
to blast out the waste
an' do it with haste...
or would that be just too morose?

[Alan]

it would not be too too morose
just quite exceedingly gross
just mop up the slurry
with cloth rather furry
before swallowing lethal dose

Alan

[JustDaniel]

If ye're swallowin' doses so fatal
let's hope that you've done it post-natal;
it's harder to save
a baby. Engrave
your tombstone beforehand, or fate will.

[Alan]

Fact is, I won't have a gravestone
science will get all my skin'n'bone
they'll carve it all up
then sit down to sup
until all of me is plain quite gone

Alan