Limerick, Poetic Form Exercise Options

[JustDaniel]

If you're happy you're shedding indoors
you will find there are no guarantors
that you'll have any hair
when your cupboard is bare
and they won't let you into their stores.

[Larry]

To the stores who bar you due to hair
take your business to the open air
vendors on the side streets
where a smile always greets
customers with no overhead there.

[JustDaniel]

If your friends have an overhead custom
you won't have much trouble to bust 'em;
just leave 'em alone
'til they have outgrown
their credit and can't buy a bread crumb.

[Larry]

Ann can't buy crumby bread on her credit
but she shops day-old stores just to get it;
if the pigeons won't eat
the hard crusts on the street
she will go to the fountain and wet it.

[JustDaniel]

When he went to the fountain to wet, it
resulted in jail. "I won't sweat it.
I can't be pissed off,"
he said with a cough;
I've pneumonia... I ain't gonna fret it.

[Larry]

I knew Mona, who ain't gonna fret;
though her music's as good as you'll get.
When she's playing her harp
she just can't hit B sharp;
her short arms are her only regret.

[JustDaniel]

She regrets that her arms are too short
to do well in professional sport
but in amateur bouts
there won't be any doubts
that she loves to have fun and cavort.

[Larry]

Sure, she loves to have fun and cavort
but did you see last night’s news report
where she ran ‘cross the field
with the stadium filled
short of clothes but long in her escort

[JustDaniel]

Her Ford Escort has long come too close
to accidents; please diagnose
her driving skills
before she kills
someone: a too-soon adios

[Larry]

Someone achoo’s and it’s adios
I am gone before I get a dose
of their flu or pneumonia;
don’t let it get on ya’
or you might wind up comatose.

[JustDaniel]

If I'm comatose, please wind me up,
but don't break my spring; stand me up
in the corner awile
and dress me in style
then fill up my big coffee cup.

[Larry]

If my coffee cup’s filled to the brim
when the new morning light is still dim
I’ll be ready for work
but retired, there’s a perk…
I can go back to bed on a whim.

[JustDaniel]

On a whim, I had gone back to bed,
but got up, wrote a limerick instead.
Am I crazy? I said.
Something's wrong with my head!
... but my hunger for Karnak's been fed.

[Thoth]

Rather fondle the whim in your bed
she’s real, not just in your head
like your passion to play
or a roll in the hay
with Karnack who’s darn nearly dead.

[JustDaniel]

It's not Karnak that's darn nearly dead;
we're consistently daily well-fed
with deft word-play and fun
without spending our mon,
and we exercise thoughts in our head.

[Merlin]

The thoughts that you all exercise
are meant for a whole lotta eyes
who are absent or fled,
maybe laid up in bed,
maybe fondling what could arise.


[Can't say how much participation I'll be making - some of my other postings received zero response, which makes me think - why bother?]

[JustDaniel]

If they're fondling what could arise
I will be careful not to surprise
them to make them turn red;
never let it be said
that they'd seen my wandering eyes.

[Larry]

They had one aye during my scene that
had surprised; all the rest were neighs, spat
by the herd which was penned
near the set. One just grinned
when his non-verbal comment went splat.

[JustDaniel]

When proverbial comments go spat
and accompanp'nying music goes flat
just surrender the fact
no one's list'nin'; have tact
to shut up, walk away; that is that.

[Larry]

though I walk up that way, I shudder
for there's always something I must utter
even if left unread
it is better off said
than be silent and soon be a nutter.