Three Limericks

There was a young astronaut from Earth
Who dreamed of space travel from birth.
He was so bored in space,
He kept feeding his face
And returned with a gigantic girth.

There was once a young woman from Norwich
Who refused to finish her porridge.
Her Scottish boyfriend
Who came from Hell’s Glen
Said, ‘Eat roughage to avoid a blockage’.

Young Charlotte from Stockton-on-Tees
Was allergic to pollen and bees,
Fur, feathers and hair,
Or a change in the air:
Everything made that girl sneeze.

Kim M. Russell, 2017

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My response to dVerse Poets Pub Form for All – Limericks

This week Frank is our host and has chosen as the form for all the limerick, a tiny poem that makes its point in five short lines.

He says that the limerick form is strict and formatted on the page in five lines: lines one, two and five have the same rhyme sound with three anapestic feet each, and lines three and four have a different rhyme sound with two anapestic feet each. This is what the reader expects to hear as far as meter and rhyme go. There are no other constraints – except those fickle readers will expect to be entertained with humorous, erotic, politically satirical or just plain stupid limericks. But they don’t have to be any of these things; they can have any content as long as they fit the meter and rhyme scheme.

Frank has been kind to us. He says he knows it is hard for some people to write a limerick. The rhyme and meter is tough. It is even harder to make the limerick sound humorous. So, he has relaxed the strict limerick rules just for this challenge. All we have to do is write five lines of poetry that pretends to be a limerick.

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46 thoughts on “Three Limericks

    1. As much as I’d love to visit space, I would get bored without my garden. We had more visits from a mother and baby deer earlier this evening. The baby jumped so high I’m sure it defied gravity!

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  1. Oh goodness, you made me snort & giggle. I believe I was a Scot in a past life, so Hell’s Glen must be a fave for me. Sometimes, me thinks, when pain snaps my yoke, or kicks my husk, I suffer some Glenn’s Hell.

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  2. When abducted by beings called ‘Greys’,
    I was zapped with the force of their rays.
    I thought I’d been gone
    Since a quarter-past one
    But in fact I was buggered for days.

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