When the magician reached into his hat
Instead of a rabbit, a rat
When the magician reached into his hat,
Expecting a rabbit, a tame one, at that.
When the magician reached into his hat
Instead of a rabbit, a rat
Was produced for the crowd
When the magician reached into his hat
Instead of a rabbit, a rat
Was produced for the crowd
They then began to yell out loud
Just a reminder -
(So we are indeed writing Limericks).
***The first, second, and fifth lines must have seven to ten syllables (‘beats’) while rhyming and follow the same verbal rhythm.
The third and fourth lines have only five to seven syllables, and have to rhyme with each other and have the same rhythm. ***
When the magician reached into his hat
Instead of a rabbit, a rat
Was produced for the crowd
They then began to yell out loud
But at least he didn’t produce a rat
The tired old mayor from Frankfurt
Here was me thinking that he ***did ***produce a rat!
The tired old mayor from Frankfurt,
Hobbled 'round town till his shanks hurt.
The tired old mayor from Frankfurt,
Hobbled 'round town till his shanks hurt.
For most of the time
The tired old mayor from Frankfurt,
Hobbled 'round town till his shanks hurt.
For most of the time
He couldn’t make rhyme
The tired old mayor from Frankfurt,
Hobbled 'round town till his shanks hurt.
For most of the time
He couldn’t make rhyme
And found he was babbling in blank vert.
A farmer once said to a chicken,
A farmer once said to a chicken
“Lay eggs, or you’re sold to that Wiccan!”
A farmer once said to a chicken
"Lay eggs, or you’re sold to that Wiccan!
And you know that that witch,
A farmer once said to a chicken
“Lay eggs, or you’re sold to that Wiccan!”
And you know that that witch,
Will toss you in a ditch
A farmer once said to a chicken
“Lay eggs, or you’re sold to that Wiccan!”
And you know that that witch,
Will toss you in a ditch
And what’s with those boogers you’re flickin’?
A nun on a bicycle’s rare
A nun on a bicycle’s rare,
They cycle when nobody’s there.
A nun on a bicycle’s rare,
They cycle when nobody’s there.
At night in the abby,
A nun on a bicycle’s rare,
They cycle when nobody’s there.
At night in the abby,
When they’re not feeling stabby
A nun on a bicycle’s rare,
They cycle when nobody’s there.
At night in the abby,
When they’re not feeling stabby
They shed their dirty habits and ride bare.
A pretty German maid named Geneva
A pretty German maid named Geneva
had an untamed belligerent beaver