With Limericks, my biggest trouble,
Is getting the meanings to double.
Like poetry oughta’ ,
Come hell or high watta’.
If you don’t get it, you’ll rupture my bubble.
I’m posting here for the first time
To say these limericks are sublime
But they’d be so much sweeter
If we’d stick to the meter
Instead of ignoring the proper rhythm and going on and on to get to the rhyme.
(get it?)
Chef Troy, I don’t mean to offend,
But it’s clear from the poem you penned,
That your brain has no meter,
‘cause you want it neater.
So read it aloud and rescind.
Lines 1,2 and 5 have three beats
with 3 and 4 two times are neat
Call me eccentric
I wanna be metric
But how can these meters have feet?
It’s true that one must use good meter
For a limerick to be a repeater;
Sharp rhyming and a pun
Makes the ditty more fun;
As do naughty words like woo-woo and peter.
You have to be thoughtful like me,
To hear rhythm in 4 beats, not three.
If the rhyme’s really clever,
Don’t be anal—WHATEVER!
It’s s’posed to be FUN, don’t you see?
To ChefTroy:
After reviewing your post I must say,
It’s FUNNY, yep, it made my day.
That last line was too much
It had just the right touch.
Goes to show that there’s more than one way.
Damn, allready on page three
Now you done surprised me
This damn thread
Won’t end up dead
Until armegeddon comes to be
okatym is correct about poem creation:
Don’t get hung up on rhythmic variation;
Likewise don’t be anal,
Nor overly banal:
Yes, that’s an accepted pronunciation!
My last post was worded a wee bit wrong:
I’ve got no objection to sodomy song,
If you’re singing of lasses
With nice rounded asses,
Go ahead! I’ll sing right along!
While your rhyme really did entertain us
TennHippie your tempo was heinous
The kids’ll avoid us
For talking of coitus
And other fun in a gal’s anus.
I know we’re not trying to compete
But our posts are rather petite
Others are widespread
This is a unified thread
We posters of 5 lines are aesthete
Thanks, Loco, for the left-handed praise.
Know that limericks can be read various ways.
Try sounding it twice,
Perhaps even thrice,
To hear different rhythms it displays.
If your opinion still does not budge,
Despite my encouraging nudge:
I write not for measure,
But simply for pleasure.
Thus, I do not carry a grudge.
Dear Lord will you please come and save us
Lest TennHippie’s limericking deprave us
I speak for myself
A libidinous elf
Sexual rhyming stirs something in my huevos
Just clicked on this post the first time.
'Fraid of lameness and not worth my mind.
But give TennHippie top grade!
For the poems he hath made,
And giving others a great chance to shine.
I sure hope that this thread still has life.
Love that sarcasm that cuts like a knife!
So come on Posters who
Can throw a barb, maybe two?
Hit me with it! I promise no strife.
Just promise you won’t start a row
And then I’ll take a crack at you now.
The unkindest cut
isn’t insult flames, but
Hearing, “Just who are YOU, anyhow?”
Live a Lush Life
Da Chef
Divemaster, my friend and my brother
You seek flaming unlike any other
One does come to mind
But since I’m so kind
I refrain from insulting your mother.
Divemaster, I think you’ll get pissed,
Cause you sound like a wimp-masochist.
But I’ll flame you later,
You Divemasterbater,
For now I’m a poetry sadist.
A Wordmeister I know I am not.
I think champaign, but it comes out like snot
So if you happen to see
Magical verse come from me,
You know it’s not mine; rather bought.