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.
A writer was not widely read.
Erratum his editor said.
There’s rarely just one,
So now it’s begun
He’d best take up painting instead
A young doctor with the Red Crescent
Had need of an anti-depressant
When asked to explain
He said I’m not insane.
Can’t you see? I’m beyond incandescent.
An alien from somewhere out there
Took photos whilst up in the air.
It took quite a few,
But nobody knew
Because it was covered in hair.
A young man once made a proposal
That he’d be at his girl’s disposal.
She took off the ring,
And gave a hard fling,
Embedding it in his squamosal.
Every time I see how we are led,
Xenophobia rears its foul head.
Problems we face
Are all reduced to race;
Tis the foreigners’ fault, I hear said.
Regardless of who is to blame
I‘m sure it will turn out the same.
As long as we fail
To admit we’re all frail,
Each dilemma is treated the same.
A woman who worked for state oil,
Found leaks that polluted the soil.
She now manufactures
Duck tape for pipe fractures,
Backed up with a layer of foil.
You say that my life is surreal,
And you think that it has no appeal.
You see me as fake,
On the make, on the take.
Go ahead then, if that’s how you feel.
A young man once tried to get fitter
So ‘cross the dance floor he could skitter
It made grown men cry
When they saw him fly;
Would you have him as your baby-sitter?