Limerick, Poetic Form Exercise Options

[Merlin]

Angelina once fell on her flail,
poor gal, she was always so frail.
We threshed all the harder
since we couldn’t yard ‘er
or wait until Angie turned stale!

[JustDaniel]

His weight made his anger turn stale
but if prodded, his ire could prevail
and whirl into rage
that's hard to assuage;
can sink any ship that sets sail.

[Maureen]

There’s a ship in the straits that’s set sail
‘cross the water one can hear the wail
of the convicts inside
who have sailed with the tide
on their way to the Port Arthur jail.

[Larry]

To poor Arthur, whose whey wouldn’t gel
and soufflés, when prepared, always fell;
the Chef told him, “Explore
his convictions some more
in the loo where his foods match the smell!”

[Merlin]

Lou’s food was a match for its smell,
as his customers knew very well.
The donuts were wholly
englazed with E-coli,
a flavor that weren’t caramel.

[Larry]

Caramel was a flavor it weren’t
‘cause it tasted decidedly burnt.
Lou’s the only cook there
and he just doesn’t care
if good taste is acquired or is learnt

[Maureen]

if good taste is learnt or acquired
one must wonder just what inspired
the chefs at Macca’s,
those diligent hackers
of beasts that were ancient and tired.

[Larry]

Being ancient and tired the beasts were
rather scruffy from losing their fur
so they had their pelts shaved
and then all of them braved
getting tattooed where hair should occur.

[Merlin]

Where hair should occur were tattoos
of dragons in drag and chartreuse.
Downstairs near the grotto
was a bright red tomato
and a pickle designed to amuse!

[Larry]

The amusing design was a pickle
which hung down like a chartreuse icicle
near the dragon grotto
but as far as I know
its amelioration is fickle.

[Merlin]

Amelia’s oration on fickleness
left the audience eager to acquiesce
but a chartreuse icicle,
deciding to stickle,
stood proud like a doll in an evening dress.

[JustDaniel]

He stood proud with his doll of the night
who was certainly not a young sprite
but a ragged old hag;
yet he said he could brag
'cause his mannequin's hid out of sight.

[Larry]

The man’s kin hid his cars out of sight
in the woods where they drove them at night
to deliver moonshine
that would leave you supine
but your head floated high as a kite.

[Merlin]

Floating high as a kite overhead
Jay C Gull saw McMilligan’s Fred
who was up in the air
but had nothing to wear
as he hovered above Murphy’s shed.

[JustDaniel]

As she hovered above, Murphy shed
his towel, then she lost her head
at his yellow thong,
but it wasn't long...
'til he woke alone in his bed.

[Larry]

He was walking alone to his bed
‘cause the women he dated had fled
from his uncouth advances
which limit the chances
of him getting laid ‘till he’s dead.

[Merlin]

Dead drunk, he still tried to get laid
by any conceivable maid
but none would consider
his come-ons or twitter –
relief, when it came, was homemade!



Gone fer a cupple daze, guys - carry on w/o me!

[JustDaniel]

Carry on without Merlin's deep words?
We will have to recruit some wise nerds
to take up the space
so we can keep pace
while he is off watching the birds!

[Larry]

If Merlin’s watching birds while he’s off
I presume they’re the kind that don’t doff
their exterior cover
to nab a new lover,
but the kind that will fly if you cough.

[JustDaniel]

If you cough when you pull down your fly
your physician is hopefully nigh
to check out your prostate
and then get you prostrate
to treat you.... Don't want you to die!