Limerick, Poetic Form Exercise Options

[JustDaniel]

I'll continue to kid Brother Larry
for not leaving dear Merlin his quarry
to answer up here;
the point of his spear
could be dulled way down there where it's scary.

[Merlin]

It's scary and dull down the way
to the graveyard where rag-witches neigh.
Their skeletons brattle;
their teeth simply chattel,
All Hallows is still 4 weeks away!

[JustDaniel]

Since All Hallows is 4 weeks aweigh
we can go to the graveyard and play
'cause the ghosts aren't out
and no skeletons shout
to get off of their graves; hip-hooray!

[Larry]

To get out of their graves, the hip horrors
use an old I-pad app someone borrows
so they can celebrate.
They don't know it's too late
'cause they're dead for a million tomorrows.

[JustDaniel]

When tomorrows cause you to be dead
will they place a gravestone at your head
that will call you a bard
'graved in granite so hard
that no on can erase what is said?

[Merlin]

A million tomorrows they're there
with an I-pad they'd borrowed somewhere.
As Einstein once said
in their head they are dead
and the worst is they don't even care!

[JustDaniel]

OOPS! Looks like we both responded to Larry....

So I'll do a combined response to yours and mine to make it easier for the next respondent:

Though no one can erase what is there
it is sad that they don't even care
'cause they flatten the stones
and then dig up the bones
and scatter them out everywhere.

[Merlin]

Ya dun good, JD

Lets everywhere scatter them out
till they pop here and there and about.
Three minutes apart -
cross-posting's not smart
so we'll start with a fresh turnip sprout.

[JustDaniel]

If we're wantin' our turnips to sprout
prob'ly best they ain't scattered about.
"Lettuce turnup an' pea,"
is what kids said to me;
irrigate 'em together, no doubt.

[Larry]

Irrigate lettuce, turnips and peas
all together, I’m sure it will please
all the denizens out
in the forest, no doubt
you will coax them right out of the trees.



Been busy so I missed a lot of good ones.

[Merlin]

We coaxed them right out, and they did came,
still munching on leaves, all the same.
A few munched on carrots;
a few looked like parrots,
but one was a feathered grand dame.

[JustDaniel]

If one was a feathered Great Dane
the turkey it chased won't regain
composure or feathers
for Thanksgiving weather...
but may not need either by then.

[Larry]

By them not needing either, you may
chop their head off and roast or filet,
or you might freeze 'till later
if you wish to cater
a nice Thanksgiving meal on that day.

[Merlin]

Thanksgiving is not that same day
as yours in the ole USA.
We celebrate sooner,
our harvests are booner,
but turkeys get gobbled okay!

[JustDaniel]

When turkeys get gobbled okay
all the men fall asleep right away
so the game on the telly
is dulled by the belly;
girls watch what they want anyway!

[Larry]

Any way that the girls want to watch
may include someone holding their crotch
while they dance on the stage
which now seems all the rage
and it raises libidos a notch.

[JustDaniel]

If you'd raise your libido a notch
give attention to cleaning your crotch
'cause quite frankly it smells
and the odor compels
run-away -- opportunity botched.

[Merlin]

Run away when an opportunity botches,
and it's bestest when nobody watches.
Simply head for the hills
after having your thrills
and salute with a couple of scotches!

[Larry]

With a couple of scotches, salute
all your friend who are filled to the snoot
then just ask for one more
as you lie on the floor.
Hope the bouncer won't give you the boot!

[Merlin]

Hope, the bouncer, gave one of her boots
when I asked to grope one of her toots.
I'm considering bourbon
and getting a turban,
save my scottish for moonlighted hoots!