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
Starting this week, a series of limericks produced in response to various prompts. I have combined the two strands to make room for a new series starting next Wednesday.
These will appear on Saturday mornings wherever possible.
Many examples of acrostic poems can be found scattered around the web (where the first letter of each line spells out a word when read from top to bottom), but I have found very few examples of acrostic Limericks.
Where any prompt contains five letters (or ten, fifteen or… let’s not get ahead of ourselves, eh?), I shall attempt an acrostic limerick based on that word.
Let me know what you think.
An earl took a drive through the shire
When he found a nail stuck in his tyre.
He said, “At this juncture
I think that a puncture –
Is the very last thing I require!”
I worked all day long in the sun,
Exhausted in more ways than one.
Expending my sweat
To pay off the debt,
I kept going till it was done.
I think we should never begrudge
Our children a serving of fudge
I think it’s unanimous
We should be magnanimous
And not be… well, you know… nudge, nudge.
The telephone, so I’ve heard tell,
Was invented by A Graham Bell
If permission is granted
It’ll soon be implanted.
That’ll herald a new kind of hell!
Please never accuse me of bitchin’,
But I can’t fit a thing in my kitchen;
There’s limited storage
Just under the fore-edge
And no room for children to pitch in.
I spent much of my life on the shelf
Parodying a lone Christmas elf;
But now life is loud,
So much noise from the crowd.
I just want to be left by myself.