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.
“Stupefy me” could well be the title
For a talk, a discourse, a recital.
Perhaps as a hook
At the start of my book;
That’s important, but not really vital.
A word to the wise, my dear readers,
To the intercessors and the pleaders.
Is what’s holding us back;
We are governed by lies and not leaders.
Excellence must be our aim,
“X marks the spot” says the same.
Come, let’s prevail –
Each time we fail
Let those without power take the blame.
Listen with your heart and soul
Embrace intellectual control.
Now, in your youth,
Commit to the truth.
Excellence must be your goal.
If I were a literary nerd,
No doubt a response I’d have spurred,
Designed to reveal
In depth how I feel
Concerning each ten-letter word.
As a matter of fact, they’re hard work.
They don’t just roll out like clockwork.
Very much so.
Evincing my preference to shirk!
I don’t mean to be supercilious,
I’m just trying to be more punctilious.
Now fetch me a bag,
I’m starting to gag;
That’s right, I am now feeling bilious.
I have no idea where to start
Discussing affairs of the heart,
But let’s mitigate
The need to conflate
True love with the thoughts of Descartes.
Indigenous folk used to thrive.
Now? Fewer and fewer alive.
Down under it’s true;
In America, too.
God only knows how they survive.
Each year adds more strain to their plight
No matter how ancient their might
On hill and down dale
U hear the same tale:
Some wrongs simply must be made right.