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How To Write a Limerick

Good morning, People! How was your sleep? Mine was alright. In my dream, my buddy Flash found my lost Starbucks gift card. He was like SWEEET until I told him it was mine. Then he looked a bit bummed. I (seeing this sad face and not particularly liking it) decided to make a deal. "Tell you what. You can keep the card if you promise to get coffee with me."
"You do not have control over that stuff." He took my card and walked away.
Image result for pee wee's great adventure I'm in the middle of nowhere
Fereal? Who does that??? LOL. Fortunately it was just a dream. I still have my half spent gift card. Now that we have talked just a bit, it is time to get serious. We are going to write a Limerick. {What in tar nation is a Limerick?}Hold your horses, I am about to explain. A Limerick is a form of poem following an A-A-B-B-A pattern. This means that lines 1,2,and 5 rhyme and lines 3, and 4 also rhyme. The lines labeled "A" are longer than the others and have the same rhythm. I will try to write a Limerick right now. (I literally just Googled this, so if I can write something on the spot, you can too.)

There once was a Birdcrab named Jeff,
He had a wing on his right, claw on his leff.
He hated to shower,
And always smelled sour,
Until the day he met his girl Keff.


That's it. Just a silly little thing. Introduce the character, give it a funny twist an end it. You might notice I tweaked the word 'left'. Dr. Seuss doe it too. I am going to challenge you all again. I challenge you to write a Limerick. Ooh! Better idea! Let's have a competition. Whoever writes the best Limerick wins. {What do they win?}
Um....How about winner gets their poem posted on my blog and gets some form of writing request. (Not a novel please) Don't worry if you are not poetic. Everyone knows how to rhyme, we learned in like kindergarten. Also there won't be any judging. (Like I will judge which poem is the best obviously but I'm not going to be like oh this person sucks.) Just have fun. (Preferably no obscene language.) Good Luck!

Comments

  1. There once was a man named joe
    He had this king of flow
    He had great taste
    In a great bean paste
    And he had a big big toe

    ReplyDelete
  2. Kind not king
    Instead of in on the fourth line put for
    And I want to change the last line idk what to but I am gonna change it

    ReplyDelete
  3. As I look at the rain
    I start to forget my pain
    The tears I once cried
    No longer in my eyes
    Hope is what I start to gain

    ReplyDelete

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