#limmericks

[di-kot-o-me]

Seven ages: first puking and mewling;

Then very pissed off with one’s schooling;

            Then fucks: and then fights

            Then judging chaps’ rights

Then sitting in slippers; then drooling.

The lives and limericks of Robert Conquest

[rhyme-without-reason]

Love poetry. Hate limericks. 

[theyoungmystic]

Wives Tale

Ghostly goblins

tasty nobblin’s

dancing round a fire

casting fire bobbins

A crow of fear

screaming cheer

face streaming

just one tear

spooky stories

ghastly boring

children crying

father snoring.

[fete-to-be-tied]

Freshman year I handed in a math paper as a series of limericks, which began "There once was a man named Ptolemy/Who studied the sun's anomaly".  At first my tutor was like "Ugh I told you specifically not to do this" (she had) but then later she told me it was a really good paper that demonstrated my familiarity both with the two proposed solutions and I could tell she was even more mad about the fact that it was a good paper than she had been when she first saw how willfully disobedient I was being.

[imbpt]

BPT was told about this great blog by Waffle Meringue Productions, which, among other cool postings that BPT likes, includes Buffy episode recaps ... as limmericks. I KNOW!

[trollandgnome-blog]

Day 96 (Troll)

Norfen Trolls barely know

the palate sophisticate of beer

instead they need and beg and plead

for sweeter libations of cheer

We're colourful creatures we like life sweet

just look at our wildish hair

we're flakey and quakey and mildish meek

and sing when nobodys there

We'll likely shout "no thanks!" to stout

or lagers, ales or pils

but Framboise will make our day

skyrocket our childish thrills

So drink a toast to friend or host

tilt your glasses high

but save a seat with glasses sweet

for trolls who might come by

[ouijaboardofcocks]

Why can't I stop myself from getting invested

In people content to leave fate uncontested 

They force separation 

When their train leaves the station 

And for my something so sweet I'm arrested.

[infinite-greeen-skies-blog]

day 05

The clock keeps filling me with hate,

Because it is getting too late.

I don’t want to sleep,

But I must, just to keep

My ability to wake up at eight.