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.
The hospitals sought an alliance
With the office in charge of compliance;
By sometime in June,
We’ll all be immune –
Provided we follow the science.
The dogs needed walking again
So I had to go out in the rain.
It would be okay
On a sunnier day
But this is a regular pain!
My shoemaker told me that he’ll
Give comfort from toe right to heel.
But each homophone
Grates right to the bone;
Those old blisters may never heal.
A girl I’d not seen since last year
Said to me as she shed a small tear,
Don’t call me importunate,
I’ve just not been fortunate,
But I’ll be okay now you’re here.
A pretty young woman called Mabel
Said she could drink me ‘neath the table
I responded, “That’s fine.
Have you brought any wine?”
She answered, “I plan, you enable.”