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.
There once was a writer called Derrick
Whose output was most atmospheric.
A few lines of prose
Can curl up your toes
Like Milton with hints of Homeric.
I felt my life needed adventure
And so I cashed in my debenture.
I bought an old hearse
That had no reverse,
And wound up with cracks in my denture.
As we were preparing to blast off,
My Mother was starting to cast off.
Instead of just sitting,
She did some more knitting;
No way would my Mum be the last off.
My old cast-off trousers need mending,
Their three-decade life shortly ending.
But all will be fine,
I’ll buy some on-line.
It’s only my money I’m spending!
You may have some trouble believing
The extent of my under-achieving.
I try to be bold
But then, truth be told,
It’s only myself I’m deceiving.