I'll be seein' ya'! (Contest alert)

Ya'll, Aunty is "leavin', on a jet plane, doan know when I'll be back again..."

Soon enough I'll fine mah way home, meanwhile, I shure wish you sweet thangs would leave me a welcome home poem--a special kinda poem, a limerick.

I'se draggin' home an eye-talian souvenir for whichever one of ya'll writes the best-est limerick.

It's easy to write--and FUN!

Limericks are five lines long and the rhyme pattern for the lines is AABBA

Mostly the meter is: 8 -9 syllables in each "A" line, 5 or 6 syllables in the two "B" lines. (lines 3&4 are short)

Here's a cracker example:

Aunty Belle’s jaws, they won’t be flappin,

Cause her toes, they’s jes’ a tappin’

She’s itiching ter roam free

O'er tha'r in Italy

But left Uncle on the porch nappin’.

Limericks can take spellin' lightly --part of the fun--or even adjust words so they will rhyme:

A young man of unknown idenity
Went swimming in our vicinity
Because he was nuda
A blind baracuda
Ran off with his masculinity

Usually the topics is funny or even nonsensical:

There was an old person of Florence,
Who held mutton chops in abhorrence;
He purchased a Bustard,
And fried him in Mustard,
Which choked that old person of Florence.

That one is from Edward Lear--famous fer limericks:


Ya'll already knows some limericks:

What are little boys made of?
What are little boys made of?
Frogs and snails
And puppy-dog tails,
That's what little boys are made of.

The limericks can be a tongue-in -cheek commentary on current discussions:

There once was a monkey at the zoo
Who had a lot of growing up to do,
He'd ring a doorbell,
then run like hell,
Until the owner shot him with a .22

Said an ape as he swung by his tail,
to his off-spring, both girly and male
"From your progeny, my dears,
in a just a few years
there'll evolve professors at Yale."

They can even be a wee bit naughty (BUT not vulgar!) :

A swimmer whose clothing was strewed
By winds that left her quite nude
Saw a man stroll along
And unless we are wrong
You expected this line to be lewd!

An' note this here warning from a famous limerick writer:

The limerick is furtive and mean.
You must keep it in close quarantine,
Or she sneaks to the slums,
And promptly becomes
Disorderly, drunk and obscene.

Is ya'll game? Well, then...ter play fair make your doggerel original, keep it clean enough fer Aunty's tender eyes and ears, (mildly spicey is OK) and the try to make it pertain to our bloggin' folks or topics.

Ciao, ya'll.


Malinda777 said...

Oh cool - Italy. This is like homework...I'm gonna go off and see if I can come up with something creative... I'll be back with a limerick...

Have Fun!

darkfoam said...

happy traiiiiiiiiiiiiiils to uuuuuuuuuu........

boneman said...

So....can we use used ones?

I am no beautiful star
others are more beautiful by far
BBut, my face, I don't mind it
because I'm behind it
It's the folks in front that I jar

So, well...give ma a day or so and when I get back from pickin' up m'daughter from college, I'll come up with another.

Bird said...

bon voyage ab! i will contemplate a limmerick and return later.

but i do hope you enjoy italy. and come back with juicy tales.

wishing you a safe journey.



Lady Prism said...

Italy..wow!..Have fun Aunty...will think about that poem...and come back here...:>

darkfoam said...


take 1: foam's take on limericks:

there once was a lady in spain
who once sat down in a plane
the plane went kerplunk
and down fell that chunk
right over the great state of maine.

there once was a lady in maine
who found herself quite flattened by pain
the pain went kerchew
she got up and flew
ov'r yonder to chow down in spain.

(whAt! you didn't say they had to be good...)

Malinda777 said...

Ode To Aunty Belle :)

Aunty Belle ran off to Italy
Left the Maydn' n' The 7's alone.
K-9's a barkin'
Bird, Lux, 'n Schaum skwakn'
Aunty oh Aunty get on back home!

boneman said...

Let's see if we can get an original from boneman
who's so pale if he went to Canada he'd fer sure tan.
he's so very white and pink
most everybody does think
That he's the world's first walking talking snowman.

sparringK9 said...

there once was a cracker named aunty
who lived in the poark rind shanty
her veggies and flowers
gave her mystical powers
for waddin' up liberals panties.

Malinda777 said...

Now, for my first limerick I thought I was good...but SHE...cracked me up with the waddin' up the liberal's panties...

Hope Uncle gets a kick out of all our jargin :)

sparringK9 said...

thanks M777!

aunty: CenFla blog summit. Sunday, May 27. 5 pm
Julies waterfront. be there or be square!

seriously aunty it wont work without you. you kin brang uncle too.

Anonymous said...

Hey ya'll!! Hoo-whee! I'se still raomin' round at 3 in the mornin' afore even the rooster is crowin'...body clock is askew fer shure...but hey hey hey!!!

Ok now--ain't too many limericks--so I'se extendin' the deal fer on week---then Ya'll will have ter vote fer the best one.

Hope ever'body is fit as a fiddle and al is well in yore blog yards.

I'm off to make the rounds to check on evr'body's sayin's whilst I was on the roam.

Aunty Belle

Anonymous said...

u'd once knew'd a dude
who'd blew'd a lewd tood
(avast & awash ye yon scuppers)
she started to dance
right outta her pants
dude hadder then & there, nude'd


darkfoam said...

an independent minded foam
wrote quite contently at home
she snickered alright
cause she realized tonight
that wadded up panties belonged to the right.

;) sometimes a foam cain't help herself...

Infinitesimal said...

Pay visit to Dame Belle in Flori-da
Feasting on poark rinds rootie-beggas and jica-ma
But if panties gets to waddin'
It's them Muslims what be jihadin'
And ol' Auntie doan vote fer no Obama.

Infinitesimal said...

to She

Infinitesimal said...

Excuse me dear Aunt, but it's so true,
My name is Vanille and Contessa too.
I can make the switch
from lady to bitch
But to call me a cookie is cruel.