A new series of (non-acrostic) limericks produced in response to various prompts.
These will appear on Saturday mornings wherever possible.
Let me know what you think.
The rules (per yourdictionary.com):
The first, second, and fifth lines must have seven to ten syllables while rhyming and having the same verbal rhythm. The third and fourth lines should only have five to seven syllables; they too must rhyme with each other and have the same rhythm.
(for Esther – https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/2020/08/31/laughing-along-with-limerick-2/ The prompt was DATE)
I felt like a bit of a fool
As I stood by the side of the pool
Although I’m too poor
To buy Deglet Nour
Why on earth should I not eat Medjool?
It’s sad, but I have to relate
When my wife asked me out on a date
I looked at my lunch,
My pants in a bunch
And said I’d too much on my plate.
Just for fun
As quoted by Gyles Brandreth:
There once was a young man from Looe
Whose limericks stopped at line two.
That got me thinking:
A man who was slightly more mellow,
A charming and affable fellow,
Got as far as line three.
A man on his hols in Penzance
Thought, “I’m smart, maybe I’ll take a chance.
I know I’ll do more,”
And he got to line four.
For goodness’ sake, somebody stop me!