I will say here that our collaborative efforts have yielded a small trove of good, humorous rhymes.
Which is unusual, as there is a school of thought that says the only good limericks are dirty ones.
In fact, there is even a limerick to express that belief:
A limerick packs laughs anatomical
Into space that is quite economical.
But the good ones I’ve seen
So seldom are clean,
And the clean ones are seldom so comical.
The next time someone tries to tell me that, I shall direct them to this thread.
IN PLAY:
She cried as she took off her glasses,
She simply was one of those lasses (reversed these two words to better fit the meter)
Who was ever afraid
Bicycle_Bill I was almost expecting that, but opted not to change it, based on the many other unorthodox offerings here. Didn’t think strict adherence to meter was a requirement in this thread. I’ll try to be more mindful before I put another one into play.
Bicycle_Bill I was almost expecting that, but opted not to change it, based on the many other unorthodox offerings here. Didn’t think strict adherence to meter was a requirement in this thread. I’ll try to be more mindful before I put another one into play.
It guess it really doesn’t … I’ll just blame it on my CDO.
That’s the acronym for Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder … in ALPHABETICAL ORDER, like it damn well should be!!
Since instigating this thread (approximately seven years ago) there have been many times when I would have loved to have made corrections to poorly crafted contributions.
However, to my mind , the spirit of the game demands that no-one edits the efforts of others, even if what is offered is not the best possibility or is, as far as actually being a limerick, just plain wrong.
In the ‘Game Rules’ that I originally proposed I suggested that an amendment would only be made to a contribution if it was so ‘wrong’ that it sabotaged the entire verse.
So, I humbly suggest that this be borne in mind.
She cried as she took off her glasses,
She simply was one of those lasses
Who was ever afraid
She would never get laid
'Cause she feared she’d not see a man’s passes.
I inherited a huge vat of pickles,
Worth less than a barrel of nickels
So I ate them with cheese
Which caused me to sneeze . . .
Oh, look, can you see Nichelle Nichols!