Limerick, a popular form of short, humorous verse that is often nonsensical and frequently ribald. It consists of five lines, rhyming aabba, and the dominant metre is anapestic, with two metrical feet in the third and fourth lines and three feet in the others. Encyclopaedia Britannica
A 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.
My uncle taught me to salute.
He was dressed in his best sailor suit.
His hand was as flat
As the top of his hat,
And his face was exceeding hirsute..
You may think me rather remiss
If I never speak of my first kiss.
It happened in haste,
It was rather chaste,
And I wouldn’t describe it as bliss.
A friendship that’s suffered a rift
Can sometimes be healed by a gift.
An ill thought-out token
Can leave one heartbroken;
And you may end up getting short shrift!
Sometimes when I sit up in bed
The artex connects with my head.
The ceiling is low;
My wife told me so.
I did not take on board what she said.
The day that I went to the sea
Was not as I thought it would be.
I’d rather be hawkish
Than thought of as mawkish,
But what can I say? That’s just me.
A mongrel’s my favourite dog.
As for cats, I would lean to a mog.
If I think really big,
My own preferred pig?
But of course, it would be a warthog.
I speak of food altered genetic
For reasons of cost or cosmetic;
It’s my attitude
That all Frankenfood
Is not far removed from synthetic.