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In celebration of World Poetry Day, write a limerick on the theme of World Poetry Day, poetry in general, or poets. Post it in the comments section below. Learn how to write a limerick here.
An example is provided by this poetry challenge initiator, Paul A. Freeman:
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World Poetry Day has arrived,
of verse we cannot be deprived.
So here is a stanza,
a verbal bonanza
on which, all day long, I have strived… or is that ‘striven’?
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Nothing vexes a poet as much
As the would-be who hasn’t the touch
Of Parnassian wit
But simply won’t quit
Though his verse needs a walker or crutch.
There once was a young cop called Fred
Who liked to spend his free days in bed
His friends named him hazy
And his boss called him lazy
But Fred’s partner was very content.
There once was a girl called Fran
Who loved to make judgemental remarks
She thought she knew more
Sadly, her friends showed her the door ,
So now she’s as quiet as a lamb.
Scotch Tape
A young poet who came from Dundee
Looked around him and then took a knee,
For the older he grew
The less grammar he knew,
And right now that poor lad is a she.
But another lad, whom we’ll call Angus,
Who was known for the lyrics he sang us
Said, “They want to make laws
To remove all our claws,
But, by Jesus, they’ll never de-fang us!”
And this story, by God, has a moral
With which no decent poet can quarrel:
Though it’s good that you tried,
‘Twere much better you’d died
While attempting to gather the laurel.
there once was a troublesome muse
who sadly wasn’t much use
she rarely turned up
and always messed up
why she does this, I haven’t a clue
(except that it’s jolly good fun!)
Magee was a wanna-be pooet,
And to verse was convinced that he knew it.
When a limerick he tried
In the end he just sighed
For he found that he just couldn’t do it.
The moral of this story is
If your poetry turns out like his
And your verse sounds absurd
Just make up a new word
And bedown bine and fleagle the driz!
“A good limerick’s dependent on rhoime,”
Says a cockney. “It’s never no croime
To rhoime ‘Full Disclosure”
And basketry’s ‘osier’.
You’ll retoire with fortune and foime!”
Not All Poems Ring A Bell
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A poem I read was quite rhymeless
But yet I was told it was timeless
The words sounded swell
But rang not a bell
In fact, it was totally chimeless.
When I tell you the place you’ll assume a
Warning you shouldn’t consume a
Fat enchilada
From old Ensenada:
‘Twill give the revenge Monctezuma.
The emotions that arise so real
devouring as if your last meal
My gift is taking words
and making them be heard
in ways that make you think and feel.
MERELY LIMERICKAL
The limerick sings often a song
As simply as Sampson was strong,
And short metrical feet
To a fleet-measured beat
Always speed the timed notes along.
Wherever an apt word is writ,
It thrives upon quipped lines of wit,
For whimsical verse,
So timely and terse,
Never tires th’ old limerick a bit.
To be a poet and never know it….would surely be a waste.
Submit it online, send it in…give your words a face!
Tell a story or make a rhyme..it works either way….
But share your talent now! Don’t wait another day!
For your words to go unheard…most certainly would be absurd!
To hold them all inside…..is everything but fine.
Shout em from the rooftops, or quietly jot them down…
A master in the making…
waiting to be found!