Limerick, Poetic Form Exercise Options

[Alan]

not one of us essayed to divvy
what went on while he was in privy
we all heard the groans
and then - more like moans
his family had to hire new skivvy

Alan

[Merlin]

His family came with a skiver,
one neighbor had brought a screwdriver;
they all tried to help
but inside the poor whelp
was determined to stay a survivor!

[Alan]

He's determined to be a survivor
took lessons to be racing driver
when he got in his cart
it expelled a big fart
now you know why he became a diver

Alan

[JustDaniel]

A driver is what he became;
one stumble, and he turned up lame.
He still can go fast;
is this lap his last?
Notoriety next, or mere fame?

[Merlin]

Mere fame? Sure, I’ll settle for that.
You’ve heard of the Cat in the Hat.
Why not go out famous
and not ignoramus
like a rat or a dim-wit wombat?

[JustDaniel]

Can a wombat go rat-a-tat-tat ?
or are woodpeckers better for that?
Who decides who are screechers
among all the creatures?
or 's it one free-for-all in a spat?

[Alan]

there is nothing that is free for all
some things come close, are quite a good call
but there's a pay-back
that's right down the track
ignored, you are riding for a fall

Alan

[JustDaniel]

If you're riding and riding, then fall
it's because you are tired. After all,
you could stop for a rest.
When you're taking a test
and they give you no break, they've some gall!

[Merlin]

Some gall I once knew was so stoned
our affair was turned off and postponed
till she came back from Saturn
in a ziggy-zag pattern,
then she looked like a chicken deboned!

[JustDaniel]

Do be careful when de-boning chicken;
one slice, and your blood-flow could sicken
your friends in the kitchen,
and soon they'll be bitchin'
your mess makes you look like a wiccan.

[Merlin]

A wiccan went out piccan widgets
and encountered a large group of midgets
who were dancing and singing,
and some were seen stinging
each other by with some kind of digits!

[JustDaniel]

If you're stingin' folks with yer fingers
it's 'cause electricity lingers
from scuffin' the rug.
If ye're suckin' a jug
you'll be shockin' yerself with some stingers!

[Merlin]

The wiccan thought “this is just shocking"
and hastily pulled up her stocking
to be gone on her way,
far away from that fray,
but really, she couldn’t stop gawking!

[JustDaniel]

I'm wond'rin' at what she was gawkin';
wizard Merlin's passed out in the walk-in
with shirt and pants torn
and tussled locks shorn.
Was he, or was she the one stalkin'?

[Merlin]

Was he or was she – tis the question
that gave our old Bard indigestion.
His big belly grumbled,
his mind groaned and grumbled,
his bee hind disliked the congestion.

[JustDaniel]

The bee hive disliked the congestion
so its queen took a drone's fine suggestion:
she allowed one more queen
to grow, and between
the two they divided digestion.

[Merlin]

Two queens divided their loot
since one gave the other the boot!
That one booted out,
with a tear and a shout,
said, “You’re such a despicable brute!”

[JustDaniel]

The despicable brute gave the boot
to the one with whom she'd shared the loot.
She was tired of the chore
sharing food with the boor
whom she'd babied from her honey suit.

[Merlin]

Her honey wore black suit and tie,
her dress showed both cleavage and thigh;
tonight they would waltz,
before schmoozing and schmaltz
until both would be drained and bone dry!

[JustDaniel]

Drained dry to the bone, they would both
agree they'd no more, with an oath,
ever spend a long night
together in flight
from reality, slathered in sloth.