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.

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

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The end of a perfect day.

When you come to the end of a perfect day,
And you sit alone with your thought,
While the chimes ring out with a carol gay
For the joy that the day has brought,
Do you think what the end of a perfect day
Can mean to a tired heart,
When the sun goes down with a flaming ray,
And the dear friends have to part?

Well, this is the end of a perfect day,
Near the end of a journey, too;
But it leaves a thought that is big and strong,
With a wish that is kind and true.
For mem’ry has painted this perfect day
With colors that never fade,
And we find at the end of a perfect day
The soul of a friend we’ve made.

Carrie Jacobs-Bond

With Apologies to Ogden Nash

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.

 

 
Suitcase