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.
A woman intent on her sewing
Knew not that her undies were showing;
She had quite a start,
When she let out a dart
And found out which way the wind’s blowing!
A fact that we need to digest,
Is that working together is best.
It’s generally known
That working alone
Can leave one incredibly stressed!
All comfort abandoned as lost,
With never a thought for the cost.
The stallions unclipped,
Unbridled and slipped;
The Rubicon finally crossed.
Life rushes by us so fast;
This awful time soon will be past.
It’s true that this year
Has been rather queer;
But I know that it won’t be my last.
A typical day for young Shirley
Starts by getting up stupidly early.
She wakes up her Mum
With a tot of fine rum,
And hopes that her dad’s not too surly.