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:
http://www.nonsenselit.org/Lear/MN/mn100.html
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.
