Pensieve’s Poetic License has been tons o’ fun this month with all things "limerick", and it’s been a delight to see new voices mingled with the familiar. Please be sure and visit the participants if this poetic form tickles your fancy–they’re ALL delightful! I hope to throw a little attention to those who posted "later"; you might have missed them and they’re fantastic submissions.
Several people posted "last lines" to the limericks I started–I provided the first four lines, readers were asked to provide the last line. Got a favorite??
Limerick #1 ~
Fred, a green leprechaun
In Spring, flew a kite until dawn.
On Easter, so windy,
His shamrock kite got all bendy.
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(Karmyn) So Fred threw a fit on the lawn.
(Min)
And it burned when he went to the john.
(Marsha) So he went out and bought a new one!
(Marsha) So he went to the pub and tied one on!
(Lissa) He huffed and puffed and turned into a fawn.
(The Pear Lady)
Made him drink Irish beer with Sean
(E-mom)
Till the sun rose high on his lawn.
(Jeanie)
And you’ve not seen an irish so forlorn.
(Purple Worms)
it looked like a little green prawn
Limerick #2 ~
"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–
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(Marsha) Or maybe you’ll choose just to pout!
(The Pear Lady)
Leaving sanity along the way, no doubt.
(E-mom)
So your blog will have fabulous clout.
(Jeanie)
Then to find its the weekend – you’ve missed out!
(Purple Worms) Or write none and sit home and pout
Readers also had opportunity to post limericks in comments or email their submissions; here are those:
Brand new to blogging and a friend IRL, Peculiar (How Do We Get There From Here), went CRAZY with this–over-achiever that she is–determined to use ALL my word prompts…and then some–
Irish leprechauns hold green shamrocks
On Easter, in Spring, while we turn back clocks.
They trade shamrocks for kites
Near the windy dikes.
Then we all gather to eat ham hocks!!
Okay leaping leprechaun, jump lightly!
For your Irish moves seem spritely!
You fly high as a kite
On a windy flight
While the green Spring’s sun shines brightly!
Easter lilies in the windy Spring
Wave back and forth on shamrock green
Grass, where kites are stuck
In the dreaded dirt and muck
And where the Irish and leprechauns do cling.
Kids fly their homemade kites in windy Spring.
Birds, bugs, and even green grass start to sing
Of lazy leprechaun days of the Irish
And Easter bunnies and a shamrock wish,
And of dressed up moms in all their bling!
Kelly, Pass the Torch ~
Green is a beautiful thing.
Like leaves when the birds start to sing.
Or clover so sweet,
A leprochaun’s feet,
And all that St. Patty’s Day brings.
And although she doesn’t blog and this isn’t exactly a limerick, I was thrilled my Aunt Estelle revealed her lurker-ness by emailing a poem to me! Of course, that just makes me wonder who else I know reads PENSIEVE…!
IT WAS A FRIDAY BEFORE EASTER AND EARLY IN THE
SPRING
GREEN
HAND
Fun as always. You have a way of bringing out the “crazy” in everyone!
Your poetry carnival is one long buncha word-fun! Thanks for your comment at my place….and the encouragement–I’m guessing your family has so much fun, you don’t even think of it as standing out or being worth reporting on.
And thanks for bringing to my attention Fun Monday. I didn’t realize I had launched something so similar, and now I’m rethinking the raison d’etre for mine!
Sorry it took so long, but I finally have my PPL up. I added my blog entry to Mr. Linky — have fun reading! I had a blast writing.
Glad to be back on board!
~Maria
http://www.jubileeonearth.com
Way behind here… my computer got a virus. Now it’s finally fixed!
I vote for all of Marsha’s endings. Love all the creativity around here… :~D