Limerick, Poetic Form Exercise Options

[Larry]

It’s too late if the fins you don’t see
come in close; I think dinner you’ll be
so stay out of the waves
for the life this rule saves
is your own or you’ll be history

[JustDaniel]

If you don't want to be history
don't use runes or profound mystery
Just write simple and plain
with no need to explain
and your readers won't be blistery.

[Larry]

If those blistery readers of yours
wish to go on one syllable tours
with the plot-line dumbed down
then, they’re in the wrong town.
We serve Dom Pérignon and not Coors.

[JustDaniel]

With your Dom Pérignon it occurs
to you during your syllabic tours
that your nose pointing high
from the cloudy blue sky
snubs out all but your thin connoisseurs.

[Larry]

Can of sewers the Lim’rick’s become
and its metrical cadence a crumb
of a once tasty form.
I’ll keep nose out of harm
and find where the rank smell’s coming from

[JustDaniel]

If your Lim'rick's the source of the smell
I should think that you'd be doing well
to use some other form
just to keep your hands warm
... and here's hoping your knuckles don't swell!

[Larry]

If my knuckles are swelling, I hope
I can still make a fist and hold soap
when I shower or shave
but if not, I’ll be brave
for I’ve always been able to cope.

[JustDaniel]

If you're able to cope it could prick
your ability to write Limerick
but if not, write a sonnet
and wear a pink bonnet
with your feminine ending-line trick.

[Larry]

The line tricks with the ends, feminine
on Lim’ricks; oh where do I begin?
With their anapest form
it would veer from the norm
and most probably cause much chagrin.

[JustDaniel]

Should your limericks cause you chagrin
you might go ask your muse where she's been
and if she's come unhinged
by a transgender binge
ask what kind of line-endings she'll spin

[Larry]

When your line-endings spill off the page
with vague innuendoes causing rage
in this still fragile mind,
I’d ask you to be kind
mixing word-stew with hubris and sage.

[JustDaniel]

If a sage full of hubris would stew
over his self-importance, then you
ought to tell him to face
his reflection with grace
in the mirror... and note it's askew.

[Larry]

If your image in mirrors is skewed
I would guess without being too rude
you like side-shows for thrills
or you’re soused to the gills;
either way, your poor eye-sight is screwed.

[JustDaniel]

Poor Larry, whose eyesight is screwed
gave up glasses and contacts and spewed
out invectives at doc,
"Your own eyesight's a crock!"
just before to the ground he was hewed!

[Larry]

If you’ve hewed to the ground every tree
on your once forested property
then I’m feeling that you
have destroyed the view
and I think all the birds will agree.

[JustDaniel]

If you want with the birds to agree
you should branch out with them on a tree
and go tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet
till your melody's sweet
and then climb quickly down for a pee.

[Larry]

When you’re climbing down trees in your haste
to go pee or get rid of some waste,
emulate birds and squirrels
but take care if wind swirls
for you may receive more than a taste.

[JustDaniel]

If you're worried 'bout having a taste
of your pee or abdominal waste
you might climb down more slowly
and sit somewhere lowly
being glad that you hadn't so raced

[Larry]

If you’ve raced to the place for your waste
and your posterior has now graced
the short white porcelain throne
that you must perch upon
check for rolls, hold your nose or be maced.

[JustDaniel]

If you're maced while you sit on your throne
you might call up Sylvester Stallone
to your honor avenge
though you don't need revenge
but a Thanks for your smell to atone.