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 limericks produced in response to various prompts.
Where any prompt contains exactly five letters, I may attempt an acrostic limerick based on that word (or a pair in the case of ten-letter prompts).
Let me know what you think.
The day that I started at school,
My Mum told me, “Don’t be a fool.
I heard that your teacher
Spent time as a preacher.”
He did, and he looked like a ghoul.
Amid sycophantic acclaim,
Politicians play their odious game.
Let there be no doubt
What this is about:
It is how to apportion the blame.
I gave an involuntary shiver
As I sat in the cold by the river.
Then out of the stream
I caught a fresh bream
To go with my bacon and liver.
At college, my healthcare provider
Once worked as a rodeo rider.
He’ll deny it, of course,
But he fell off his horse
When it panicked on seeing a spider.
I just found a story that’s gripping
In a ten-years-old newspaper clipping.
It speaks of a whale
With a hole in its tail;
A result of excessive back-flipping.
A boffin, in search of a thrill,
Invented a nuclear grill.
The meat all turned blue
At his first barbecue
And made those who ate it quite ill.
I stand here in depths of contrition,
Preparing to make an admission.
That thing I’d conceived
And fully believed,
Was naught but a strange apparition.