Limerick, Poetic Form Exercise Options

[Merlin]

A post on the double – how so?
Computerized blunder – oh no!
On high-tech machines
our words surge like streams
and often they will overflow!


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To explain what it means, and au gratis –
try munching a bowlful of lattice
with Emmental cheese,
croutons Balinese –
tis divine like a prized apparatus.

[Larry]

Divined prize, it is up here at us,
with a finger nice folks don't discuss.
Gifts of stars to explain?
Weren't you using your brain
or was I being ambiguous?


Now let's get back to hatching that egg
that you found beneath old Merlin's leg.
Legs on eggs for a bird?
I just found it absurd
that you could unless it was a peg.



Simple explanation: When hands are clenched, fists may be called eggs, and are higher than legs from which no one can hatch a bird but a hand can let one fly at any time.

Now where's my star?

[JustDaniel]

A STAR FOR LARRY

Here's a magen for Larry to claim,
and I promise I'll no more defame
ol' Merlin. Okay?
... at least for today...
and hope that my friends do the same.

Eric's limbs may be dainty and thin,
but I doubt they are pegs; they have skin!
Let's forget about eggs
and the size of his legs
and get back to ethereal din.

[Merlin]

Egg-sactly! You’ve stated my viewpoint,
so don’t go debating my hip joint.
These fine body parts
lie close to my hearts
and de-liver-ing will just make ‘em groint!

[JustDaniel]

Yer hip-joints ya say are jes fine,
but I think ya disjointed one line
an' lost track o' the flow;
I know ya can show
a lip-smackin' lim'rick next time!

[JustDaniel]

Ah... I shoulda done quoted it first;
you came back while I sated my thirst,
an' ya fix't what ya writ!
Looks like I had a fit...
or that part o' my brain went an' burst!

I'm embarrassed, but glad you're okay;
I look forward to what you'll next say
so I can respond
now that you have donned
the hat of the bard at his play.

[Merlin]

Dunno what the com-pewter done,
that ruddy ole son-of-a-gun!
Things all looked okay
in the usual way,
but hay, aren’t we havin our fun!?


A lip-smackin' lim'rick with icing
comes atcha without any splicing.
My hip pocket’s filled
so I know you’ll be thrilled
when you bite into one – how enticing!

[JustDaniel]

Now we'll slither along to another;
so few hereabouts even bother
to join in our fun...
a couple... just one...
but, ah well, maybe some day they'll gather.

[Larry]

For my star:

Daniel, thanks for the star that’s a shield.
I give up, I relent and I’ll yield
to this den of limericking
and won’t bother picking
myself up after being drilled.


Tryin' to keep up

You two are much too fast with your posts
I observed, sitting here like a ghost.
Though I write at top speed
and think I will succeed,
I’m too late and my rewrite is toast.

My answer to Daniel's last post:

They may gather someday but ah well,
they won’t join this private bagatelle
where we scribble on walls
down disused forum halls
silent as school rooms after the bell.

[JustDaniel]

If we scribble enough in the halls
maybe someone will paint on the walls;
with their participation
we'll take a vacation
and come back to take curtain calls.

[Merlin]

Perhaps we can go out recrootin,
find mortals or those who like tootin
a bugle or horny,
or anything corny,
then things will take off and be flootin!

[JustDaniel]

With you things seem horny enough;
any more and we'd fall off the bluff!
Well, perhaps that's not true,
'cause you are true-blue,
a full-blooded male... old, but tough!

[Merlin]

A tough, full-blooded mule... that I are
with many an old battle scar.
When a jenny is near,
I perk up one ear
to poke in a new cookie jar!

[JustDaniel]

I've tasted an elephant's ear
at a diner I used to live near;
they can't fit in a jar
and to poke them means war
to the owner, so you'd better fear.

[Merlin]

I knew Ella Funt from that diner,
she’d cook you an ear – nothing finer!
But don’t order tail
cuz it isn’t for sale,
especially not to a minor!

[JustDaniel]

Coal miners there sit on their tail;
the mines have all closed and they fail
to find any work
so now they just lurk
at Ella's or end up in jail.

[Larry]

Ending up at Ella's? Jail's a treat
where the food groups might not be complete
but there's no ears or tail
with a pachyderm smell
where Ella's tryin' to make some ends meat.

[Merlin]

One miner out dining at Ella’s
asked Ella “Where are all the fellas?”
“They’re deep in the quarries
or over at Laurie's,”
she answered, a little bit jealous.

[JustDaniel]

If jealousy keeps one from LorII's
right here in the crit-giving quarries,
please note that we need
more folks there. We plead
for MM's revival there... scurry!

[Larry]

The revival of MM is scary
so please join us with riposte and parry.
Sometimes Wally drops by
but then leaves; don’t know why,
now there’s just Daniel, Merlin and Larry.