Limerick-ing

There’s this e-literary journal that also has a page called ‘your space’ where anyone can post their works. At one stage, the poets there were doing limericks. On one of those, i commented that limericks are delightful to read but too much of a challenge to write.

The poet responded by not only challenging, but actually coaxing me to try a hand at it. As it is, i’ve always been fascinated by the anapaestic beat (da da DA). So i decided to try it, and with egging and helps from the others, the following verses were churned out. Please do read and laugh :)


There was once an old girl gone frenetic
She was anxious to write her first limerick;
So she tried and she tried
Till she hopelessly cried,
And alas, she became an eccentric!

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There was once a young boy with a bag
Which he lugged, caused his shoulders to sag,
So he trudged to his school
As required by rule
All his knowledge thus packed in a bag.

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There was once an old dame, oh so poor
She did beg for her food door to door;
Then you know, one bad day—
It’s so sad to relay—
All her gold was exacted by law!

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There was once an old maid who would nag
At her neighbours whose morals may sag;
She saw John in a bar
She got out of her car
And he said, “Here you are! Now let’s drag!”