Limerick

[Lecram06]

Modesty

Townie girls saunter forth to the river
For to see the young men, all a shiver.
The beaus were so bold,
In waters so cold,
That each arrow did hid in its quiver.

[Tracy Mitchell]

[Colm Roe]

[indar]

I wrote a limerick once in high school English class 1958. I have it memorized--

There once was a man named O'Tool
who, for a living, wound thread on a spool
he got tangled one day,
to his Boss' dismay
now they call him the old spinning fool.

(had I written anything like Lecram's it would have meant expulsion requiring a note from home followed by two weeks 7th hour detention.

Had I thought of anything like Lecram's I am not certain I could have resisted)

[Tracy Mitchell]

Indar - I love that, as well as Marcel's newest vintage. 

Cheers to you lovely limerick penners.

T

[Dylan di Vilde]

He frenziedly reached for my hand
as he sank in the treacherous sand
appealing to me
with a desperate plea
forgetting I owed him ten grand.

 

[Tracy Mitchell]

Too funny, Dylan!

[Dylan di Vilde]

The troubadour turning to go
sang a jovial Hey Nonny No.
As he doffed his belled cap
he was felled by a chap
with an axe – who had hated the show.

 

[Colm Roe]

There was a young man called Pawel
who loved a old woman called Belle,
on their first night of lust
he examined her rust
and thought no thanks, it needs too much gel.

[Tracy Mitchell]