Limerick, Poetic Form Exercise Options

[Larry]

underwear, to be liked, should be more
than just cloth in the back with a door
in the front for issue
where you don’t use tissue;
and extraction can not be a chore.

[JustDaniel]

Well, extraction was hardly a chore
this morning; I did spare the floor.
Caught it all in my pants
with a pitiful dance
down the hall to my own bathroom door.

[Larry]

My own bathroom door’s just down the hall
and I find it no trouble at all
to make haste when I cramp
and then safely encamp
on the throne answering nature’s call.

[Merlin]

A call came for Mrs. McNature
so I was selected to pagure. )page her(
Then I heard a loud groan
from the porcelain throne…
Ms McNature was doing a majure! )major(

[JustDaniel]

Is our nature-talk here immature?
I don't think so; in fact it is pure,
and it is about age -
how it often will page
us, and sometimes too late, that's for sure!

[Larry]

It’s for sure that we’re sometimes too late
but that’s old age, not merely a trait
that some folks have acquired
after being retired
and then leaving such movements to fate.

[Merlin]

Beethoven had movements; his second
would pass, as the good fellow reckoned.
He rolled off some paper
but noticed a vapor –
that's when the fresh air really beckoned.

Or
he blamed it on munching Dane's “schneckends”.
(Danish pastry)

[JustDaniel]

How the foul air is beckoned by a schneckend;
It is greater than any I have reckoned!
If I tried to defeat it
with all I could transmit,
the best I could do would be second!

[Larry]

If Beethoven’s second was his best
and his ninth was when he took a rest
then the other ones written
must be when he’s smitten
by stench from a Dane’s pastry test

[JustDaniel]

The stench makes the Dane baker testy;
he's better when he's had some resty.
He'll rise to make dough
for the rich man's chateau
with the nickname of Limberger Nesty.

[Merlin]

Those nesty Limburgers are cheesy,
with fries, they might go down easy.
Beethoven's adagio
smudged up his mustachio!
Small wonder he felt rather queasy.

[JustDaniel]

In summer he felt rather queasy;
in fall he was glad it was breezy
'cause his stomach felt better;
he put on his sweater
and suddenly he felt uneasy.

[Larry]

Daniel's first:

With the nasty Limburgers nickname
how could any cheese rise to such fame
when it’s odor’s replete
with the smell of soiled feet
and you’re not sure from which hole it came.

and then second:

Suddenly, the unease which he felt
made him think he should loosen his belt
for intestines that ache
let him know he must break
to the bathroom, ere wind could be smelt.


Sorry Merlin, I wasn't in time once more to follow your lead.

[Merlin]

The bathroom seemed more like a smelter;
thick air made a crocodile swelter.
Beethoven van Ludwig
ate a Limburger – real big,
which knocked his intestines off kelter.

[JustDaniel]

His intestines had gotten off kilter -
didn't know from which hole smell had filtered -
so he sat on the john
till the pain was all gone -
during which he'd become a fine quilter.

[Larry]

He’d become a fine quilter to which
he decided had caused this new twitch
in his musical hand
so he just told the band
to play on but watch out for the pitch.

[Merlin]

To play on the pitch with a watch
makes the game go more speedy, a notch.
If your horseshoe's a ringer
you're some kinda flinger
and we'll crack a new bottle o'Scotch!

[Larry]

You just cracked a new bottle of Scotch
and spilled most of it on to your crotch
so a bath is in order
at least for a starter;
because your smelling like a sasquatch.

[JustDaniel]

If your squash patch is smelly, it's just
that your veggies have rotted, gone bust;
you should get out your tiller --
the stench will be stiller,
less likely your neighbors disgust.

[Merlin]

My neighbor, dis Gust, has a garden
where his squash is starting to harden.
His corn on the stalk
is beginning to squawk;
not popping, they're begging your pardon.