Limerick, Poetic Form Exercise Options

[JustDaniel]

If it's silence you seek as a nutter
it is best that your grind them to butter
'cause the chunky kind crunches
especially when bunches
of nuts get together to utter.

[Larry]

If you’re nuts, get together two otters
who like playing in mud more than potters.
Are they male and female?
You’ll be able to tell
when they start making more sons and daughters

[Merlin]

More sons and daughters, no thank ye,
or I’ll overflow my good hank-kay.
I’ll find that durn fella,
tar & feather him yella
and it’s HIM that will pay. Oh, he’ll pay!

[Larry]

Old hill play? I will pay if he’ll skim
a small drop off the top, or the film
from the jug he just filled
and then quickly concealed
in the root cellar where it is dim.

[JustDaniel]

The root cellar's dim to keep cool
so don't heat it, you silly old fool!
You don't need a bright light
to see there in the night;
bring a flashlight to keep away ghouls.

[Merlin]

A ghoul I once met in a cellar
was really a cool kinda fellar!
We uncorked some wine
from twenty-0-9
and found it desirably stellar!

[Larry]

I once found a desirable Stella
that was quite fond of this other fella
who claimed he co-stars in
a film titled Tarzan...
"Smells of ape and his teeth are bright yella'."

[Thoth]

I too found desirable Stella
passed out in that very same cellar.
A cask of 'o nine
(that decadent wine)
in her arms instead a her fella.

[Thoth]

It's a shame that such girls of today
have a trend to behave such a way
a pre-nuptial dip
or drug-induced trip
are considered just ordinary play.

[Larry]

When considering play, “ordinaire”
there are those who might wish to compare
other’s actions to theirs
with their “Devil may care’s”.
He does not but I’d say, “Eu Contraire”

[JustDaniel]

I attended a play ordinaire,
was surprised that so many were there.
They'd no costumes nor script
and appeared they'd just dipped
in the pool... and in fact they were bare!

[JustDaniel]

Eu contraire, when he said, "No it's not!"
when the folks there at work all had caught
him wiping his nose
and was asked, "What are those?
Strings of mucous?" He said, "No; it's snot."

[Larry]

If in fact they were bare on that night,
they were dressed for the play, “Eden’s Plight”
done in strict pantomime.
No language at that time.
‘Twas writer’s and costumer’s delight!

[Larry]

Know it’s snot, it’s not some mucous strings;
and relief to my sinuses brings
me to say, “Why don’t you
say “God bless!” for “Achoo!”
and I hope what I got on you clings.


Daniel, this following every other post is becoming confusing!

[JustDaniel]

If delight is what nudity brings
we can change that if what you blew clings
to their bodies on stage.
Would it be all the rage
if the snotty old Mucous Man sings?


There, Larry; I put them both together. It's just that you and Wally and I crossed over each other's posts, so I felt I had to respond to each of them... as you did. I incorporated that last lines of both of yours in the first two lines of my present ditty. Have fun with Mucous Man!

[Larry]

It's not if the old Music Man sings
or the instrumentation he brings
to the band, that's inept,
marching but out of step;
it's tearful reminiscense that stings.

[JustDaniel]

When it stings from a fond reminiscence
burn a bucket of chamomile incense
to lessen the pain
then listen again
to the Music Man's songs with a new sense.

[Larry]

When man’s song to the muse is nonsense
there are those who’d come to his defense
but the use of each word
borders on the absurd
and those punch-lines he hears makes him wince

[JustDaniel]

If you wince at the poet's poor lines
have him exercise so he'll define
the firm in his abs
and lessen his flab
to stomach the strain in his rhymes.

[Larry]

In the stomach his rind is a strain
but he chooses to let it remain
'cause his marmalade's taste
can't be matched or replaced;
if you want, pick it out grain by grain.