If I were ever to be inveigled into a duel at dawn, I'd far rather the chosen weapons were pen and ink, as opposed to épée or pistol.
Choose Your Weapons
There was an old lady called Pen
who liked to indulge now and then
in a battle of wits
with other odd twits
in a poetic duel - D'ye ken?
N.B. Comments received in limerick form will be awarded with gold stars and putty medals.
This is a direct result of a plea made by Maggie for a return to the Verse and Worse spot so beloved of the one and only David McMahon...Remember that, folks?
Oh, and here's one more etheree for the pot that crept into my mind a while back:-
A
day off
on Monday
can play havoc
with your usual
routine, and alter time
as perceived by inbuilt clocks,
until body is uncertain...
Which day of the week it is today?
It's Tuesday, masquerading as Monday.
day off
on Monday
can play havoc
with your usual
routine, and alter time
as perceived by inbuilt clocks,
until body is uncertain...
Which day of the week it is today?
It's Tuesday, masquerading as Monday.
Wonderful image. Fits perfectly indeed.
ReplyDeleteHadn't noticed you've got another blog. I'll be popping over as soon as I've written it'll be intersting to see the limericks appearing in your comments and pressed 'subscribe by email' and 'post comment'.
There was an old codger named Bob
ReplyDeleteWho with poets did like to hobnob
He would not do the trick
Of five-line limerick
He's a bit of a poetry snob
There once was a poet called Fred
ReplyDeletewho wrote his limericks out in a form known by academics as free verse
First write in in prose
then, so no one knows
Chop it up into lines that dont' go all the way across the page.
It will be awesome.
RWP -
ReplyDeleteMaybe poetry snobs are the best,
for they often outshine all the rest
with their comical verse
which, for better or worse,
they leave in my welcoming nest!
Doc-
ReplyDeleteI would hope that a poet like Fred,
would take advice into his head
and follow tradition
in this exposition -
or tuck himself back in his bed!
There was an old lady called Brenda,
ReplyDeleteWhose lines were remarkably tender.
When a male poet fell
For the lines she wrote well,
She shouted aloud 'I surrender!'
They rejoiced in their poetic splendour
Until they went out on a bender.
She reverted to prose
And then tore of her clothes
And was strangled by her own suspender.
(Oh dear! That DOES give my age away!)
Dear Rinkly, I so like your style -
ReplyDeleteit beats most Worse Verse by a mile,
and shows that the wrinkles
hide nothing but sprinkles
of genius words, and your smile!
I can barely respond in readable English much less limerick. Fun post for us spectators though.
ReplyDeleteI’d much rather do this than work
ReplyDeleteNitpicking contracts I’ll shirk
If clients should notice
I’ll deny that I wrote this:
For gradgrinds, poems are no perk.
Oy! Probably best I deny it anyway.
(Gets coat)
Raining Acorns -
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you have taken a rest
from the labours with which you are blessed,
for a five minute break
such a difference can make,
'til you're right back on form, with the best.
I rarely know what day of the week it is, but isn't that the joy of being retired?
ReplyDeleteI'm honoured you listened to me!
ReplyDeleteWrote a ditty for all to see.
Every week without fail
To your blog we will trail
And read..... while we sup on our tea.
Excellent idea!
Maggie X
Nuts in May
What a perfect image!
ReplyDeleteMaggie, you're testing my skill...
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure each week I could fill
your great expectations
of similar creations,
but then again, if I can, I will!
ROFLMAO
ReplyDeleteI so dearly want to respond
and many examples are given,
but I'm skeer't of the comp'ny
and tongue-tied and wimpy,
and shaking too much to go on.
Kate - all of my blogpals are friends
ReplyDeleteguaranteed to make wobbly-shakes end,
so come out to play
and scribble away -
(or simply leap in the deep end!)
Though I'd like them to be quite esthetic
ReplyDeleteMy limericks are all so pathetic
So I bow to the queen
With her words ever keen
Jinsky, who waxes poetic
Hilary-
ReplyDeleteThough I'm nearing the end of my day
I can't resist having a play
to say how d'ye do
to a blogpal like you -
the queen of the camera! Olé!
:-).
ReplyDeleteThere once was a wannabe poet
ReplyDeleteShe often wrote couplets and triplets
But she couldn’t write a limerick
Just couldn’t figure out the trick
So won’t you let her in on the secret?
:)
Pink Dogwood -
ReplyDeleteThough couplets and triplets are fine,
They won’t always work every time
For a limerick’s swing
Is always the thing
That makes it the funnier rhyme!
ha ha - I love your blog - so much fun :)
ReplyDeleteTo each one of ours she did nine--
ReplyDeleteA wit quick like that is sublime.
As I sit here and fiddle
And come up with diddle,
I applaud the queen of all rhymes.
Raining Acorns -
ReplyDeleteWell, it's really a bit of a pain
to have such a kink in my brain
that it churns out this stuff-
seems it's never enough-
and Oops! there I go once again!
Dear Jinksy,
ReplyDeleteA bit of free publicity's handsome
worth ev'ry penny of a king's ransome
so please tell all your readers
if they shop with market leaders
we offer an experience that's grandsome!
Derrick-
ReplyDeleteGood heavens, man, have you no shame,
making me broadcast your name?
If I hang out the flags
and shoppers fill bags,
I might make a commission claim!
This whole comments section makes an incredibly fun read :-) Standing ovation to everyone and especially to Jinksy, who comes up with a clever and funny 'limericked' answer every time!
ReplyDeleteI couldn't come up with a limerick if my next meal depended on it so I'm delighted that you're all so brilliant and happy to share !
ReplyDeleteI might actually enjoy a good grammar lesson, but I'm an odd sort of duck. :)
ReplyDeleteHey Jinksy - you have greatly inspired me and my daughter - go check out the latest post on my blog :)
ReplyDeleteI concede this round to Hilary, of The Smitten Image, who emailed this:-
ReplyDeleteOh my, you're incredibly quick
From your words, I get such a kick
A ballpoint for you
A camera for me
Is it any surprise that we click!
I know of old that she and I can exchange banter and quick quips ad infinitum, so in the interest of brevity I declare her the winner of The Last Word Trophy in this case!
Ah, I ken, and I recall!
ReplyDeleteWhat a cute little poem you've written.
ReplyDeleteIt's almost as cute as a kitten.
No poet am I
As hard as I try
So that is the reason I'm quitt'n'
:-) Dave
Dave came to the table quite late,
ReplyDeletebut I've managed to save him a plate
that's full of some 'nosh',
even though it's not posh,
and I'm sorry for making him wait!
PS - for 'nosh' read limerick!