Limerick, Poetic Form Exercise Options

[Merlin]

It’s tough for some folks to adjust
but adjust is a matter you must.
When changes occur
you cannot demur;
there’s no point in being nonplussed.

[JustDaniel]

On the point of a sword, there's no pus,
but the hole that it leaves from a thrust
can be filled up with germs,
so you'd best come to terms
with infection, or it could be bust!

[Larry]

With inflation, it could be a bust
for right now there is too little thrust.
Puberty came and went
but expansion's extent
made an asset that won't be discussed.

[Merlin]

Discussing good-looking assets
on equally good-looking brunettes
is an marvelous task
in case you should ask…
if not George’s then Shirley Georgette’s!

[Larry]

To make sure that Georgette's not a George
feel her arms. Are they softer than porridge?
Does her augmented breast
hide a once hairy chest.
Also check... Is her package too large?

[JustDaniel]

Were it not for our Eric's largesse
we may as well sit and play chess
'cause the others have left;
it is great that he's deft,
as the wealth of his Lim'ricks suggests.

[Merlin]

A Limerick is some kinda craft,
often knotty, or possibly daft!
The best to be seen
aren’t incredibly clean
but a hint can suggest a sharp shaft!

[JustDaniel]

Through the hint of a crack comes a shaft
of light with which nary a draft
of lie can be felt;
His truth is His belt;
before Him all enemies melt.

[Thoth]

That shaft which enters the crack
is the weapon of Jimmy the Mac.
Those lassie's all wilt
when he raises his kilt
and his enemies flee from attack.

[Larry]

An attack from an intimate flea
irked poor Jimmy uncomfortably;
causing Mac’s shaft to wilt.
It now lives in his kilt
where it’s raising a big family

[Merlin]

A family of raisins was wilted
after Goldy, the daughter, got jilted.
What point then to whine,
California sunshine
is keeping Mac’s shaft somewhat tilted.

[Thoth]

Exposed to the sunshine that shaft
got all swollen and ruddy and vast,
Mac tossing his caber was awesome hard labour
and those to the rear felt the draft.

[Larry]

Seems I was a couple minutes late posting my answer to Merlin.


Keeping Mac's shaft atilt is somewhat
of a chemical problem he got
when some Cialis fell
in his bong's water well
elevating the high from good pot.

I'll post another to answer Wally.

The draft felled all of those to the rear
while the caber fell on those too near
to the line of his toss
but no casualty loss
just some limps and bad gas from the beer

[JustDaniel]

So he limps with a gasp to his bier
and the buyers from far and from near
line up at the cask;
each fills up his flask,
bids farewell to the old auctioneer.

[Merlin]

It’s his flask the old auctioneer fills
then returns to his best selling skills
as he holds up a caber
and begins auction jabber
to delight all the Scots in the hills.

[Larry]

As Scots scoot down the hill in delight
they make sure that their kilts are on tight.
When they've won the last bid
on what's auctioned, they did
all they could to keep cabers from sight.

[Merlin]

With their cabers kept well out of sight
and their doodle-sacks primed to just right,
the lads and the lassies
inspected their chassis
while the music played, “Oh What a Night!”

[JustDaniel]

In his tunic, she sighs, What a Knight!
but the other girls shudder in fright,
for they know she's too young
yet to take such a plunge
as she ponders -- her fate to rewrite.

[Larry]

As she panders her face to re-right
all the damage incurred from last night,
she, like thousands before
cursed what makeup ads swore
would disguise gravity’s certain plight.

[Merlin]

Dis guy’s certain plight was made up
when the caber he carried stayed up.
What can a guy do –
it was not of bamboo
and a panda bear sorta got laid up!