A Few Lines to Giggle, Grin or Groan at….

Here is my approach to this weeks photo challenge, “lines”.

I can’t seem to get limericks out of my head. The words just seem to creep into my brain, begging to be explored.

So here are a few lines,  grin or groan as you will, I am addicted.

 

My feet are running, my nose is not,

It’s all stuffed up and filled with snot.

I wheeze and blow,

But one thing I know,

Being knighted on Friday as Sir Dripsalot.

 

Toodle  Loo and Oogle Too were in a heated race,

Waddling down the road at a not so torrid pace.

Along came a hole,

Which swallowed them whole,

Said Loo to Too, I think we have fallen from grace.

 

There once lived a frog by the name of Bart,

He would moan and groan and hone his art.

The ladies he longed to do,

Alas, he was weak in the woo,

When mounting a croak, all he could do was fart.

 

Until my next time I give in to this silliness,  cheers.

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Trademark,……really?

Here I go again. I am becoming addicted to limericks. Words and phrases keep popping into my head. If I am not careful, they could become my trademark. I am too weak to resist. They can be so delicious and tempting.

So, with that preamble in mind, here are two more to groan and giggle at.

A fine lady I know was a prancing,

Twirling and swirling and dancing.

The table I said,

Is not like your bed,

But in a pinch it’s great for romancing.

AND

Lady Nosebum read in circles most prudent,

Spewing mangled words she thought most fluent.

Was she smart and correct,

Cause no one could detect,

That she did enjoy a vowel movement.

Enough for  now. Till the next time.  Cheers.

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I need one of these after that!

Trademark

 

The Wait is over.

Something that has been on my mind for a while was to move to a new theme. Combine that with the photo challenge – waiting, being held over for another week, I decided to jump in.

Since I couldn’t lay my hands on appropriate “waiting pictures”, I decided to fall back to one of my favourite subjects, the limerick.

We are told that a limerick is a type of poem of 5 lines, and for the most part labelled anapestic.

Footnote: Anapestic is the term used to describe a metrical foot as it is used in poetry. It talks about stressed and unstressed syllables. All very important to those who care am sure. But for the purpose of this post, enough said.

The rhyme scheme is noted as AABBA. Seems it is required that they be humorous and possibly, if one is so bent, obscene.

To quote Wikipedia:The form appeared in England in the early years of the 18th century.[4] It was popularized by Edward Lear in the 19th century,[5] although he did not use the term. Gershon Legman, who compiled the largest and most scholarly anthology, held that the true limerick as a folk form is always obscene, and cites similar opinions by Arnold Bennett and George Bernard Shaw,[6] describing the clean limerick as a “periodic fad and object of magazine contests, rarely rising above mediocrity”. From a folkloric point of view, the form is essentially transgressive; violation of taboo is part of its function. Lear is unusual in his creative use of the form, satirising without overt violation.

So, with that in mind, it appears I have my instructions:

A limerick is such a fun ditty,

It lures one to be wicked and witty.

It leans to the naughty,

Never, ever too haughty,

As it explores and exposes all things gritty.

I was first smitten by the limerick after finding a book by Ogden Nash titled, The Face is Familiar, first published in 1931. After giggling my way through his words, I knew that I just had to give it a go.

The limerick form allows one to be unconventional and bend words to suit the need. Or to put it another way, just be silly and have fun.

Cheers.
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Iphone pics, 2016 616
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