The art of the limerick depends
On its rigorous metrical blends—
Not just rhyming twiddles
That are much too long in their middles
And too short at the ends.
The limerick’s a rhythmical lay
Where iambics and anapests play;
It demands more poesis
Than five random phrases
That rhyme in A-A-B-B-A!
[Grrr. Stupid non-metrical fake “limericks”. I hate 'em. :mad:]
You gots something to say 'bout my limerick in another thread or what?
There once was a poster persnicky
Whose word choice was nuttin’ but picky
He claimed to be expert
But sadly, twas just pert
So, we snorted and slipped him a Mickey
Heh.
The limerick looks oh, so easy
But screwed up, it makes me quite queasy
When the metrical dance
Limps and stumbles, perchance
Screams of outrage will leave me quite wheezy.
There once was a poster named Legomancer,
who wanted a list of words that did not rhyme with monkey.
So pravnik wrote a limerick,
with words that did not rhyme with monkey or each other,
and on top of all that the meter was absolutely horrible as well.
With Kimstu I largely agree.
But too-precise verse can sound twee.
Though it’s quite a tradition
To flaunt erudition,
It reminds one of princess and pea.