Limerick, Poetic Form Exercise Options

[Alan]

PICKY

Then, when she got the post-partum blues
unable to see all other hues
for she had a nice son
but wanted girly one
or at least that's her feeble excuse ....

Alan

[Merlin]

Her feeble excuse was a prayer
as she sat in her scant underwear.
“Oh God, please unscrew me
and simply renew me,
how you do it I really don’t care!”

[Alan]

FISHY FILOSOPHY

how you do it I really don’t care
just so long as good result is there
if there's gullible marks
you will also find sharks :
business, what's that got to do with "fair" ?

Alan

[Larry]

If you're fair then your business may thrive
but if not, it will sure take a dive
to a five and dime place
'till there won't be a trace
and the jerk where you worked won't survive.

[JustDaniel]

There's a jerk there who works 9-5
and his counter is like a bee hive
where he dishes ice cream
after building up steam
for his lattés when he first arrives.

[Merlin]

When at first he arrives from his lattés
he might likely be bringing some booquets
cuz this cavalier fellow
is softer than jellow
and doesn’t like having those meelays.

[Larry]

Having meelays are times you might doze
during sermons or some picture shows.
I prefer a nice bed
when me lays down me head;
naps are nice anywhere, I suppose.

[JustDaniel]

Naps 're nice anywheres wearin' Supp-Hose®
'cause they cause ya ta sigh, sayin' ooh-oh's
from relief in yer calves
like ya've slathered on salves...
an' ya don' even wanna wear bed-clothes.

[Alan]

SNUFFLE, THEN SHUFFLE

If you don't want to wear your bed-clotheses
then you'll freeze from your head to your toeses
use duvet as cover
or earth you'll have over
and neglected, bouquets of wild roses ....

Alan

[JustDaniel]

Neglected wild roses need care,
but be sure that your hands are not bare
if your dig or you trim;
the results could be grim,
as they were for your help, Jean Pierre.

[Alan]

your regard for the help, DSK
is one-sided, however you bray
you fancied a quickie
while she throws a sickie
wonder what your wife has have to say

Alan

[Larry]

Never wonder what wives have to say,
for confusion and doubt will hold sway.
Ask her nice of her need;
wise men always concede,
so at night, there's no fight. You can play!

[JustDaniel]

At night when you fight, it's just play
for rewards at the end of the day;
you can wrestle all night
'til you both feel all right.
When you rise, you will see there's no fray.

[Merlin]

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River Tay Disaster

I have risen but won’t join the fray
of McGonagall’s “Silvery Tay.”
I would rather be first
and not known as the worst
who writes verse in an uncanny whey!

[Larry]

Versed in uncanning whey; who is right?
This o'curd as my brain churned at night.
Then a thought came to me;
"telekinetically"...
Where there's will there's a way. I'm contrite!

[JustDaniel]

When my will drifts away, I'm uptight,
but I usually last through the night.
If my poetry's bad
I still won't be sad;
it's not beatiful, so it's all right.

[Alan]

it's not beautiful, but it's all right
to jaded eyes it sure is a sight
poems may not rhyme
perfectly every time
tho' perfectionists think it a blight !

Alan

[JustDaniel]

Poor perfectionist couldn't decide
on how his cravat should be tied
so he wouldn't go out;
he would whimper and pout,
'til he knotted too tight, and he died.

[Merlin]

When he died he was knotted too tight
which caused him to give up the fight
as the noose from the mob
did a fine lynching job
and the oak tree was just the right height!

[Alan]

those lamp-posts are just the right number
for hanging pen-pushers (or lumber)
there's always a reason
to hunt them all season
to encourage them into long slumber

Alan