Friday, February 02, 2007

There was a young man from Nantucket...

I think its time we had a post over here so I thought I would dedicate this one to the beauty of poetic self expression.
What better possible way could there be than to write or share some limericks?

Here is some background on Limericks:
A limerick is a five-line poem with a strict meter. The rhyme scheme is usually "A-A-B-B-A". The first, second, and fifth lines are three meterical feet; the third and fourth two metrical feet. However, many substitutions are common.
The first line traditionally introduces a person and a location, and usually ends with the name of the location, though sometimes with that of the person. A true limerick is supposed to have a kind of twist to it. This may lie in the final line, or it may lie in the way the rhymes are often intentionally tortured, or in both. Though not a strict requirement, many limericks are usually those that additionally show some form of internal rhyme, often alliteration, sometimes assonance or another form of rhyme.

Now that we have THAT out of the way...

There was a fair maiden of Exeter,
So pretty that guys craned their necks at her.
One was even so brave
as to take out and wave
The distinguishing mark of his sex at her.

A decrepit old gas man named Peter,
While hunting around for the meter,
Touched a leak with his light.
He arose out of sight,
And, as anyone can see by reading this, he also destroyed the meter.

A limerick fan from Australia
Regarded his work as a failure:
His verses were fine
Until the fourth line.

There was an Old Man of Nantucket
Who kept all his cash in a bucket
His daughter, named Nan,
Ran away with a man--
And, as for the bucket, Nantucket.


Alright, people, show me whatcha got!

11 Comments:

Blogger lime said...

there was a sweet blogger from PA
who wanted to fly to CA
she got on a plane
people thought her insane
the plane was headed to GA
(where the inlaws were)

2/2/07, 8:35 PM  
Blogger Stephanie said...

there once was a girl from the bay state
who was often displeased with her bed mate
she needed release
or her urge would increase
a few new double a's and she felt great

2/3/07, 10:07 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

LOL...of course I have to place my favorite limierick that I wrote while in trivia madenss...I think Rika Rat helped as well....


There once was a man from Bombay
Who just didnt know what to say
When the girl from next door
Caught her saree in the door
and unraveled her dress all the way!

He he I crack MYSELF up too!

2/3/07, 11:08 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I know of a blogger named Snavylyn
Who dreamed of love set to a violin
But honey, I said
Men just make one see red
What you really need is a javelin.

2/3/07, 9:42 PM  
Blogger S said...

Hey I think I might have even figured out how to sign in the new googly way....testing!

2/6/07, 11:33 PM  
Blogger DaMasta said...

A receptionist from Houston just sits
She thinks that real work is the pits
So she plodes and she schemes
And so it is deemed
She'll work at Hooters instead showin' tits.

:P

2/8/07, 3:35 PM  
Blogger TorAa said...

Great post. Let me try:

En mann med et spann
over bekken etter vann
han snublet og falt
så det riktig smalt
over stokk og sten i ingenmannsland

(last D is mute)

Sorry, limericks are hard to translate.

It's about a man with a buckett (spann) who crossed the creek (bekken) and stumbeled and falled (falt) so it really banged (smalt) over logs and rocks into no ones land (ingenmannsland)

That's it. Can somebody do this one in english?

Have a quality weekend.

=^.^=

2/9/07, 9:22 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

There was a young woman who begat
Three children - by name Matt Patt and Tatt
It was fun in the breeding,
But hell in the feeding,
As she found she had no tit for Tatt.

2/10/07, 7:27 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

There was a young man from Australia
Who painted his ass like a dahlia,
Penny a smell was all very well,
But twoppence a lick was a failure.

2/10/07, 7:29 PM  
Blogger Hale McKay said...

Here's an old one use some tongue-twisting alliteration:

A fly and a flea in a flue
Were trapped, what could they do?
"Let us fly" said the flea
Said the fly "Let us flee."
So they flew through a flaw in the flue.

2/18/07, 1:17 AM  
Blogger cathy said...

There once was a girl called Cath
Who liked having a bonk in the bath
Whilst reaching for soap
She'd have a quick grope
She's a rum little bugger is Cath.

(written by a friend of mine years ago, I don't know who they were talking about:)

2/28/07, 4:35 PM  

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