Limerick, Poetic Form Exercise Options

[Merlin]

A louder and bigger big bang
than our own universal pop-dang?
A dynamite thought –
if it works, thanks a lot.
Let’s invite the sign-tifical gang.

[Larry]

If a scientific gang you invite
to assist with explosive insight
into quarks one might use
for a dynamite’s fuse;
I’d say you’re fission for a big fight.

[JustDaniel]

If you fish for a fight, it's no fluke
that you flat-out would flounder or puke
when you pick on a crew
that's much bigger than you
and with first mate and boatswain named 'Luc'.

[Merlin]

The boatswain named 'Luc' comes from France
where his family owns a big manse.
He ran off to see
if the fishing might be
not by fluke, but by hook and by chance.

[JustDaniel]

When the fishin's by hook or by crook
you c'n know that it's not by the book,
an' the piratin' gaff
is taught to each staff
so's they'll empty each hold they's o'ertook.

[Merlin]

They emptied each hold and the bilge
of treasures they pillaged by pilge.
When the ship was in shape
every mouth was agape
which were straightened with rum by the swilge!

[JustDaniel]

It's amazin' how often to swill
every subject you turn... and at will!
Are you holdin' that jug
every hour ta yer mug?
Has it made every brain cell distill?

[Larry]

If the brain was distilled has it made
all your synaptic mem’ries displayed
on a computer screen
or a graph to be seen
by your progeny when you’ve decayed.?

[JustDaniel]

Eh?

Buy your progeny when they've decayed ?!

I've no use for a corpse when it's grayed
with mildew and mold!
What have you been sold?
It's a strange bill of goods, I'm afraid!

[Larry]

you've... not they've!!!

I'm afraid of strange bills and the good
they're supposed to dispense. Never could
see how digested fish
was an edible dish.
If that's sushi, I misunderstood.

[Merlin]

If Sushi could sue, so she should
and not hide in Nottingham Wood.
It’s a tuna situation,
a raw-raw rare ration
obtained by her friend, Robin Hood.

[JustDaniel]

Obtained by that fiend, Robin Hood,
the stash of fair Nottingham's good,
friendly sheriff, now poor,
was left at our door...
and I'd sure give it back, if I could.

[Merlin]

Give it back to the sheriff? Oh boy!
He’ll use it on things that destroy
Hoodie’s buddy, Big John,
make him mute like a swan,
and then probably go and rob Roy!

[JustDaniel]

If ya'd go on Rob Roy, he'd go Red;
the MacGregors might lop off yer head,
so if you hafta poo
remember that you
be sher yer kilt's up in the shed.

[Merlin]

The kilt that you see in the shed
isn’t mine, it belongs to McFred.
He made a fast dash
when he heard a loud crash
of a shotgun blast – Fred uppen fled!

[JustDaniel]

If Fred up 'n' fled, was he kilt?
The thought of that makes me heart wilt.
If the next nearly hit,
he would likely've emptied his colon...
but already it may've been un-filt.

[Merlin]

Unfiltered, unkiltered he rode,
Jill’s papa rammed in a new load.
Fred borrowed a sari
from his friend Harry Kari,
then sat on a two-hole commode.

[Larry]

When Fred sat on the two-holed commode
he used both, for his brief episode
with sweet Jill was quite sparse;
he received a new arse
from the shot that her papa bestowed.

[JustDaniel]

Then another shot rang through the air...
an' the wall, took a chunk o' 'is 'air,
sent 'is 'at down one 'ole;
as 'e swore Español,
Fred flew out o' the door, sari-bare!

[Merlin]

Fred flew like a reindeer at Christmas,
red nose at the end of his isthmus.
Back at Papa Jill’s house,
pop got thumped like a mouse
by his very annoyed sleepy missus.