Limerick, Poetic Form Exercise Options

[Larry]

You may comment, that guy who is pricked
tried to prune a rose bush but it nicked
both his finger and thumb
and they now have become
so infected they’ll have to be wicked.

[Larry]

To have infected wickets, you’ll be
on the sidelines although you may plea
to get out on the pitch
when they’re making a switch
but that doesn’t sound cricket to me.

[JustDaniel]

If you haven't seen Ricketts, you see
that I'm busy with moving, but gee,
I'll be back when I can
come and sit on my can
and type rhymes; what will be then will be!

[Larry]

“What will be rhymes whenever I type?”
is a question folks ask as they gripe
about meter and rhythm,
that’s all that I’ll give ‘em
when they sit on the sidelines and snipe.

[JustDaniel]

I won't sit on the sidelines and snipe,
and I sure ain't here smokin' no pipe,
but I'll rock when I rhyme
and roll back to the time
of the beat when I've moments to type.

[Larry]

When I type, every moment’s the best
whether serious or just in jest
for which I thank my muse
to bring tears or amuse
but I hope what I write stands the test.

[JustDaniel]

I've lost hope that my stuff passes tests
and I don't care if others' work bests
what I write for myself;
it won't sit on their shelf
with the classics... but I'll share my jests!

[Larry]

To share jests is a classic approach
getting people to post. No reproach
will you find in our crits.
We just chew little bits
‘till your poem looks like a diamond broach.

[JustDaniel]

If my poems become diamond broaches
it will be 'cause I'll have many coaches
to throw out my junk
to which lately I've sunk;
hopefully some new time now approaches.

[Larry]

Hopefully, there approaches new times
when the mosaic’s filled with good rhymes
and a lot of free verse
with critiques that aren’t terse
which bring smiles, not unlike a good mime.

[JustDaniel]

I got smiles for my work in my den
where I set up a chair for my hen
to come watch some TV
and have time just with me...
when I move... maybe days down to ten!


(But even then we'll have months of work to do at BOTH places till we're done!)

[Larry]

“Ten more days ‘till you move with your hen?”
I’d ask, tongue-in-cheek, hiding a grin,
and inquire if a rooster
phoned Simon and Schuster
about publishing fowl books he’d pen.

[JustDaniel]

We have booked all our foul in their pen
at night 'cause o' four-leggeds' yen
fer chicken an' such
which we don't like much...
but in ten days I'll be in my den.

[Larry]

Ten more days and your den will be filled
with the comforts of home; you’ll be thrilled
to relax and just slouch
on your big comfy couch.
Don’t get lost in the cost; you’ll be billed.

[JustDaniel]

I'll be billed, and I still won't relax
'cause with 23 cents more in tax
to our gallons of gas
I can't sit on my ass;
still must drive to the old, forth and back



Last week NJ's gas tax went up 23 cents per gallon! ... and we will still have a couple of walls and two ceilings to build at the old house for our tenants to move in where we have been.

[Larry]

Driving back and forth still must get old
when there’s work to get done, but it’s cold
that they levee a tax
with one hand in your slacks
while the other steals monies that fold.

[JustDaniel]

With their hands stealing monies that fold
and their mouths making promises old
we have nothing to do
but to get in a stew;
I've got nothing to buy up some gold!

[Larry]

If you’ve naught to buy gold, you’re in luck
for you’re most likely going to be stuck
with some old shiny rocks.
You’ll do better with stocks
paying dividends which you can pluck.

[JustDaniel]

If the stock market crashes, your bucks
will be less than today, and it sucks
that we just cannot tell
if we'll fall in a well
and go down with the swans and the ducks.

[Larry]

You’ll get down from the ducks but not swans
and don’t mix them with geese on your lawns
or the yard-eggs you find
may get you in a bind
when you step in some smelly bon-bons.