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.
Goodbye – that was all that she said
As away from my shelter she fled.
She never looked back
As she slipped through the crack
And left me alone with my dread.
At risk of you thinking me quirky
There’s something not right with beef jerky.
Before it is eaten
It’s probably beaten
Then left in the sun to get murky.
The length and the breadth of the nation,
I’m feeling the strangest vibration.
It’s like a seesaw
Only maybe more raw.
I know what it is: oscillation!
Digitally, though, I might
Be more of a bit than a byte.
I try to be kind
But frequently find
My data are simply not right.
The answer from my best mate, Baz
To my life needing more razzmatazz?
“Do something aestival;
Let’s hold a jazz festival,
And see how much traction that has.”
Some tell me that I am grotesque
As I sit here all day at my desk.
While others affirm
That I’m just a bookworm
With a form that is near statuesque.
My kids find it thoroughly boring
When I say we should go out exploring.
They had their revenge,
On a trip to Stonehenge
When we found it was closed for restoring.
When I start composing a song,
Some things I think are simply wrong.
Like: I’m not sure Ovid
Could ever catch COVID
Because he’s been dead for so long.