I’ve been foolin’ around with the guidelines for Pensieve’s Poetic License, trying to streamline the page so it flows better. Often "less" is "more"–something I KNOW but with which I have difficulty; I’m workin’ on it.
In the process, though, I realized it’s time to announce this month’s poetic form and theme. After two challenging months (terza rima and English sonnet), we’re going to have FUN! What better month–March/my birthday month/all things Easter and Spring and Irish–to write LIMERICKS?!
Do I need to explain this form? Wikipedia has as good an explanation as any, and I will say this–limericks are much more enjoyable if they adhere to the correct metrical feet–three in lines 1, 2 & 5; two in lines 3 & 4.
As far as theme, I’m gonna switch it up a bit this month–instead of a specific theme, use one or more of the following key words: green, irish, leprechaun, shamrock, Easter, Spring, kite, windy. Use them all and I’ll think you’re pure genius. Or certifiable. Or both.
To prime your limerick pumps, here’s a little something to get you started: simply give me your best shot at the last line for the two below (leave your line in comments). Then, come back on THIS FRIDAY to link the limerick(s) you’ve written and to see who else is participating.
Non-bloggers are invited, too! Just post your poems in comments or email them to me and I’ll post them with mine on Friday. Be sure to invite your friends, too :).
In Spring, flew a kite until dawn.
On Easter, so windy,
His shamrock kite got all bendy.
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See? I’m almost certifiable a genuis ;).
Here’s another which isn’t quite so over-achieving with the key words (again, be sure to share your last line–I’ll post my favorite on Friday):
When Poetic License I’ve asked you to tout.
Or perhaps, you’ll agree
And you’ll write two or three–
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Can you tell I have nothing better to do than read Pensieve?
Anyways, I think you have a “teacher” inside of you …dying to get out!
Mrs. Poem Lady!
Robin,
No, no, no. More is More. That’s what I keep telling myself, at least. No wonder my Short Stories are anything but.
In any case, I am looking forward to this one, and will try to avoid limericks that result in my being asked to refrain from future participation in PPL.
And I’m not telling you what I am writing about this time…
How come the examples don’t match the instructions?
So Fred threw a fit on the lawn.
Yeah Limericks!!!!!!
Oh wait, I get it, we’re suppose to supply the last line, never mind…
Fred, a green leprechaun
In Spring, flew a kite until dawn.
On Easter, so windy,
His shamrock kite got all bendy.
And it burned when he went to the john.
“Fly a kite!” you might want to shout.
When Poetic License I’ve asked you to tout.
Or perhaps, you’ll agree
And you’ll write two or three–
Or maybe you’ll choose just to pout!
Fred, a green leprechaun
In Spring, flew a kite until dawn.
On Easter, so windy,
His shamrock kite got all bendy
So he went out and bought a new one!
Fred, a green leprechaun
In Spring, flew a kite until dawn.
On Easter, so windy,
His shamrock kite got all bendy
So he went to the pub and tied one on!
You’ve created a monster!
Thinking…
I love limericks, probably because I was born on St. Patty’s Day. Except, I am terrible at writing them!
OOH, it’s that time again? I better get cracking here! Hey, March is also my birthday month!
No time to supply a last line to those right now, but I’ll be back, don’t you worry! 😉
He huffed and puffed and turned into a fawn.
best I could do.
Oh, my…Marsha and I are thinking alike on this one…It’s forcing me to think harder. Have mercy! LOL
Fred, a green leprechaun
In Spring, flew a kite until dawn.
On Easter, so windy,
His shamrock kite got all bendy.
Made him drink Irish beer with Sean 😛
“Fly a kite!” you might want to shout.
When Poetic License I’ve asked you to tout.
Or perhaps, you’ll agree
And you’ll write two or three–
Leaving sanity along the way, no doubt.
Fred, a green leprechaun
In Spring, flew a kite until dawn.
On Easter, so windy,
His shamrock kite got bendy,
Till the sun rose high on his lawn.
“Fly a kite!” you might want to shout.
When Poetic License I’ve asked you to tout.
Or perhaps, you’ll agree
And you’ll write two or three–
So your blog will have fabulous clout.
OK, that’s the extent of my poetry-making for today! :~D
Happy limerick writing! I’ll be back to read the results.
Hugs, e-Mom
Fred, a green leprechaun
In Spring, flew a kite until dawn.
On Easter, so windy,
His shamrock kite got all bendy.
And you’ve not seen an irish so forlorn.
“Fly a kite!” you might want to shout.
When Poetic License I’ve asked you to tout.
Or perhaps, you’ll agree
And you’ll write two or three–
Then to find its the weekend – you’ve missed out!
Always my song, anyway…
I can’t believe my sister (min) and I came up with the same ending! (Actually I can, but it’s just not fair!!
In Spring a wee leprechaun
flew his kite, a shamrock, ’til dawn.
One Easter, so windy,
His kite got so bendy.
it looked like a little green prawn
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(Alternate last line is:
It looked like a green Irish prawn)
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“Fly a kite!” you might want to shout.
When Poetic License I’ve asked you to tout.
Or perhaps, you’ll agree
And you’ll write two or three–
Or write none and sit home and pout
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The creative limerick is on the website.