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Saint Patrick's Day "Laughing Limerick" Contest


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[font=arial, sans-serif][size=2][size=5][font=georgia,serif]Create a Limerick pertaining to another character here in MD, make sure it's funny as the funniest 3(voted on in forums) will win a prize! Rules: You have the weekend til Sunday at midnight Pacific time! Limericks are written in style AABBA in other words the first and second lines rhyme with each other as do the third and fourth but the last one rhymes with the first.[/font][/size][/size][/font]


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That's not a limerick.

You've got to be able to read it with 3-3-2-2-3 cadence (emphasis of the beat) - the whole thing taking 13 beats (16 with pauses after the long lines). Think of this as sung in 4/4 time for 4 measures.

Ta-DA-ta-ta-DA-te-te-DA (pause)
Ta-DA-ta-ta-DA-te-te-DA (pause)
Ta-DA-ta-ta-DA, Ta-DA-ta-ta-DA
Ta-DA-ta-ta-DA-te-te-DA (pause)

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I corrected it, tho you should have given a real example pickle man! Z please just use the Limerick style as it is shown here [url="http://www.poetryamerica.com/Limerick.asp"]http://www.poetryame...om/Limerick.asp[/url]: and of course you may write as many as you like but you must choose one for the voting

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I've never written a limerick - so here are some broken attempts:

There once was Peace, a Necrovian
Who finding the ocean dove she in
But being part shade
It became her true grave
And as she died, the moral she cried, don't mistake oneself for avian

(I don't think this is a limerack. The ending line was way too many foots. Alternatively, it really wants to be a morphed limerick:

There once was Peace, a Necrovian
Who finding the ocean dove she in
But being part shade
It became her true grave
And as she died,
The moral she cried,
Don't mistake oneself for avian)

An alternate:

Have you met the poor man Grido?
He thought he could sing just any note,
So walking along
He sang a song,
And made, more than Eon, a thousand foe.

Or another:

I could tell you a tale of a man named Mur,
Who made a kingdom that many prefer,
So much they did love,
In opinion held him above,
And decided that to him their souls would transfer.

Why not:

A man once grew named Awiiya
He lived in intellect, peace, and awe
Until a non-poetic man
Tired of his wordy tin can
Cut him down quick with a tree saw.

And a final, real limerick, (with help from a one Tarquinus):

There was a kind Queen, Handy Pockets,
Who kept secret loves in a locket.
Once when broken unlocked,
Everyone was quite shocked,
To see pictures of fire bombs and rockets


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[i][color=#008000]There was once an old goaty named Z[/color][/i]
[i][color=#008000]Who lived by the side of a tree.[/color][/i]
[i][color=#008000]When the weather was hot,[/color][/i]
[i][color=#008000]He would smoke loads of pot,[/color][/i]
[i][color=#008000]And chuckle to himself, tee-hee-hee

There is a tree-man called Awiiya
Who thinks he's smarter than we are.[/color][/i]
[i][color=#008000]He has silly old quest[/color][/i]
[i][color=#008000]A word we must guess
To win a uniquely odd creature![/color][/i]

[i][color=#008000]A she was a he, wasn't she?
Who kept MD orderly.[/color][/i]
[i][color=#008000]With eyes all about
Our chats she would scout[/color][/i]
[i][color=#008000]Only Known to us as DST![/color][/i]

[i][color=#008000]There is a phoenix called Mya,[/color][/i]
[i][color=#008000]Who is oft greeted with: "Hiya"[/color][/i]
[i][color=#008000]She's Incredibly kind[/color][/i]
[i][color=#008000]A rare gem one can find.[/color][/i]
[i][color=#008000]And she never seems to tire...[/color][/i]

[i][color=#008000]Hear the legend of Tarquinus:[/color][/i]
[i][color=#008000]Its said he has a very large ----- [/color][/i]
[i][color=#008000]He thinks he's Don Juan[/color][/i]
[i][color=#008000]With his manly...weapon
And he knew that his harem was his .[/color][/i]

[i][color=#008000]There was a good king of the forest[/color][/i]
[i][color=#008000]His flaw: He's incredibly honest.[/color][/i]
[i][color=#008000]A baker of muffins,[/color][/i]
[i][color=#008000]Who had people laughin'[/color][/i]
[i][color=#008000]And has now taken terminal rest. [/color][/i]

[color=#008000][i]A story of a druid, we call Shmeezy[/i][/color]
[color=#008000][i]Who found oft slept at the base of a tree.
A man who is fit,[/i]
[i]And yet loves to knit?
Wait! Is he part of a conspiracy?!? [/i][/color]

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There once was a girl from nantucket...

No, no, that can't be it.


There was a man made of dust,
It was said he smelled of must,
He walked around,
Then he sat down,
And fell apart as he hit a good gust


There was a gnome named Gerome,
Gerome had not a home,
He walked through town,
In a ladies' nightgown,
For Gerome had not a home


There once was a man named Fyrd,
This man, he carried no curd,
He gave out pickles,
And flinched from tickles,
But the man, he kept his word


Undecided on which to enter...will pick soon...


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