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I was introduced to the very funny and often quite racy (giggle, giggle) form of typically Irish poetry known as the limerick by a literature teacher of mine, Mrs Wentz, at the Ecole Secondaire Etienne Brûlé in Toronto. Although the funniest ones tend to be quite risqué, there are some very innocent ones as well, quite amusing also, such as:
As I was on the plane to Ireland last summer, others came back into my head. It's not my fault! Mrs Wentz had us learn them by heart! I must admit though she had us learn the Tomorrow speech in Hamlet, as well, and I think to this day I could still recite it in my sleep. Much more highbrow than a limerick of course, but a lot less amusing, for sure!
Anyhow, being in Dublin with all its wonderful little bookstores, I found myself an anthology, read it cover to cover within the night, laughed till my sides ached, and then tried to do the same.
For those of you not aware of it, the limerick is a five line poem, consisting in two long lines rhyming together, followed by two short ones (rhyming this time together), and a fifth line as long as the two first and rhyming with them. This fifth line is often a conclusion, or a repetition of the first.
I hope this hasn't shocked any sensitivities! I just wanted to see what I could do, using the constraints inherent to the form...
Have a fun day. Giggle, let loose, enjoy!
A strange old bird is the pelican:
His beak hold more than his belly can!
He can hold in his beak
Enough food for a week;
I don't know how the Hell 'e can!
His beak hold more than his belly can!
He can hold in his beak
Enough food for a week;
I don't know how the Hell 'e can!
As I was on the plane to Ireland last summer, others came back into my head. It's not my fault! Mrs Wentz had us learn them by heart! I must admit though she had us learn the Tomorrow speech in Hamlet, as well, and I think to this day I could still recite it in my sleep. Much more highbrow than a limerick of course, but a lot less amusing, for sure!
Anyhow, being in Dublin with all its wonderful little bookstores, I found myself an anthology, read it cover to cover within the night, laughed till my sides ached, and then tried to do the same.
For those of you not aware of it, the limerick is a five line poem, consisting in two long lines rhyming together, followed by two short ones (rhyming this time together), and a fifth line as long as the two first and rhyming with them. This fifth line is often a conclusion, or a repetition of the first.
Of cold and warmth
A tale in limerick form
There was a young woman distressed
Who said when in the morning she dressed
The bedroom was freezing
And set her to shivering
And even goose-pimpled her breast!
A young man hearing this tale of woe
Vowed to warm her he'd immediately go!
So he found her address,
And when she got up to dress,
He held her, he warmed her, he kissed her and ... oh!
He made sure he warmed every last little bit,
Her shoulder, her arms, her fanny, each tit;
Never once she complained
And then she exclaimed
How very much she had liked it!
So now the two of them are a pair
And whenever the young woman goes bare
She can depend on her lover
To squeeze, kiss and warm her,
And take every possible care!
Who said when in the morning she dressed
The bedroom was freezing
And set her to shivering
And even goose-pimpled her breast!
A young man hearing this tale of woe
Vowed to warm her he'd immediately go!
So he found her address,
And when she got up to dress,
He held her, he warmed her, he kissed her and ... oh!
He made sure he warmed every last little bit,
Her shoulder, her arms, her fanny, each tit;
Never once she complained
And then she exclaimed
How very much she had liked it!
So now the two of them are a pair
And whenever the young woman goes bare
She can depend on her lover
To squeeze, kiss and warm her,
And take every possible care!
I hope this hasn't shocked any sensitivities! I just wanted to see what I could do, using the constraints inherent to the form...
Have a fun day. Giggle, let loose, enjoy!
