IT’S THAT TIME AGAIN….

No pictures, no stories, just a couple of limericks.

An ole girl was working out most vigorously,

Her efforts were executed most rigorously.

She stretched and she flexed,

Getting a pain in the next

move that rendered her most miserably.

 

(Even covid-19 cannot escape a good poke.)

Some will, some won’t, some don’t and some do,

Some raise a stink that rivals Pepe Le Pew.

I’m right and you’re wrong,

Is the song of the throng,

To wear or to swear, all part of their ballyhoo.

 

Oh, all right, another little piece of silliness…..

The Hippo

What would you do if when you came home you found a hippo in your tub?
Would you holler and scream and threaten to throw him out on his keister?
Or, would you call the a fireman and have him removed?
Or, would you tickle him under the chin, and scratch behind his ear?
And, trumpet your joy at having a new playmate, instead of that rubber ducky.
Or, would you jump in the tub with him, only to realize that he was rather large.
Or, just engage him in a convoluted conversation on the joy of cats?
But, what if he, was a she…….. well, that would change this whole conversation!

 

Doggie Story

It has been quite a while since I delved into a little bit of silliness, but since I seemed to have a lot of time on my hands, I thought it must be that time for another limerick. so for your moans and groans…….

Lizzie from Bordon had a rather large schnauzer,

Known far and wide from Hoboken to Tannhauser.

A sure winner from the start,

Ever ready to perform it’s art,

Which never, ever failed to arouse her.

Trademark,……really?

Here I go again. I am becoming addicted to limericks. Words and phrases keep popping into my head. If I am not careful, they could become my trademark. I am too weak to resist. They can be so delicious and tempting.

So, with that preamble in mind, here are two more to groan and giggle at.

A fine lady I know was a prancing,

Twirling and swirling and dancing.

The table I said,

Is not like your bed,

But in a pinch it’s great for romancing.

AND

Lady Nosebum read in circles most prudent,

Spewing mangled words she thought most fluent.

Was she smart and correct,

Cause no one could detect,

That she did enjoy a vowel movement.

Enough for  now. Till the next time.  Cheers.

I need one of these after that!

Trademark

 

A “Genius” Limerick.

Baby Hector was dubbed a boy genius,

By parents who gloated so gladius.

He’d wiggle and smile,

But, all the while,

He just wanted to play with his penius.
Genius

Cheers.

Limerick Time, Again.

Our word for the day is witty. I hope this little ditty fits the bill.

A puffball from the old town of Blye

Blew into the town to say hi.

He bobbed and he pranced,

So when asked, why dance,

He replied that I am just a funguy.
Witty

The Wait is over.

Something that has been on my mind for a while was to move to a new theme. Combine that with the photo challenge – waiting, being held over for another week, I decided to jump in.

Since I couldn’t lay my hands on appropriate “waiting pictures”, I decided to fall back to one of my favourite subjects, the limerick.

We are told that a limerick is a type of poem of 5 lines, and for the most part labelled anapestic.

Footnote: Anapestic is the term used to describe a metrical foot as it is used in poetry. It talks about stressed and unstressed syllables. All very important to those who care am sure. But for the purpose of this post, enough said.

The rhyme scheme is noted as AABBA. Seems it is required that they be humorous and possibly, if one is so bent, obscene.

To quote Wikipedia:The form appeared in England in the early years of the 18th century.[4] It was popularized by Edward Lear in the 19th century,[5] although he did not use the term. Gershon Legman, who compiled the largest and most scholarly anthology, held that the true limerick as a folk form is always obscene, and cites similar opinions by Arnold Bennett and George Bernard Shaw,[6] describing the clean limerick as a “periodic fad and object of magazine contests, rarely rising above mediocrity”. From a folkloric point of view, the form is essentially transgressive; violation of taboo is part of its function. Lear is unusual in his creative use of the form, satirising without overt violation.

So, with that in mind, it appears I have my instructions:

A limerick is such a fun ditty,

It lures one to be wicked and witty.

It leans to the naughty,

Never, ever too haughty,

As it explores and exposes all things gritty.

I was first smitten by the limerick after finding a book by Ogden Nash titled, The Face is Familiar, first published in 1931. After giggling my way through his words, I knew that I just had to give it a go.

The limerick form allows one to be unconventional and bend words to suit the need. Or to put it another way, just be silly and have fun.

Cheers.
waiting

Waiting

The Limerick is Back.

The WP word for today is “rhyme”. So with that in mind, it is time for me to dive into the fun area of poetry, and haul out a limerick.

I am told of a lady in ‘Naimo,

Who was run from the town of Dildo.

When asked why they parted,

She replied, bagpipes that farted,

Cause they sucked when I wanted to blow.

Rhyme

In the Dark of the Nite.

The shadows of night are most scary,

When walking about unawary.

Seen as dark and deceiving,

Convincing you to believing,

That you did something possibly urinary?

Shadow

Wordless Wednesday –Not

A limerick is a humorous poem of 5 lines. Lines 1,2 & 5 must have 7-10 syllables and rhyme. Lines 3 & 4 must have 5 -7 syllables and also rhyme.

OK, easy enough, and a great opportunity to play with words and have fun. My first exposure to a limerick was reading some of the works of Ogden Nash. From that point on I was hooked. And I haven’t even been to Nantucket!

So, here are 3 of my offerings. The first 2 are recent and number 3 was published in the summer but I think it fits nicely here as a reprise. Enjoy.

This once was a body I knew,

That could dance away on cue.

But now I just totter,

While passing waste water,

Depends, someone said, are for you.

………………………………………..

I’ve heard of those who run in a circle,

Wringing their hands, awaiting a mir’cle.

Dancing near naked, I’m told,

Is scary, and oh so bold.

While waiting for their turn at ur’nal.

………………………………………………

I am told of a suitcase from Durbin,

That always enjoyed a good bourbon.

When filled to capacity,

It had the audacity,

To be rather mean and disturbin.