I put on my poet hat (improvised), got out the quill and ink (already owned), and set out to write some poetry.
A limerick, in case you didn't know, is a five-line poem with a rhyme scheme of aabba (no, spell check, I do not mean ABBA). It is usually witty or mischievous in nature, and the first line usually establishes the person and place the poem is about. In some cases, the last line may be a repeat of the first. The form was popularized by the poet Edward Lear in the nineteenth century, but can't really be traced before that.
Ahem:
There was a young woman of Oxford
With a mind that perpetually wandered
O'er rivers and streams,
And now into her dreams;
To come back, it just can't be bothered!
There was a young man of West Chester
Whose love for a girl he professed her;
But now he won't call,
Nor see her at all;
He's found a girl with a much bigger chest-er!
Ahahaha. And no, that one is not autobiographical. I've also composed a limerick for a friend's wedding, but I'm saving that one for the occasion :)
Anyone care to leave a limerick in the comments?
There once was a girl from Tunkhannock,
ReplyDeleteA town so small, it made everyone panic.
She got out quite fast,
Went to Etown, had a blast,
And now misses her friend Aidan something manic.
(Tunkhannock is pronounces ton-can-ick, so my rhyme scheme isn't quite as off as it appears)