Winter, spring, summer, or fall
Whether you’re rich, poor, short, or tall
It’s a joy to be alive
Helping others flourish and thrive
Welcome to Limerick Challenge, You All!
Winter, spring, summer, or fall
Whether you’re rich, poor, short, or tall
It’s a joy to be alive
Helping others flourish and thrive
Welcome to Limerick Challenge, You All!
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Julie Sheppard aka R… on Until We Meet Again… |
As a reader, there’s rarely a time
that I pause just to take in a rhyme.
But when limericks form
and the rhythm is born,
not to stop would be surely a crime!
Shoreacres – You should post this to the challenge! It is amazing! 🙂
Perfect and fun. I’m tempted to do another – first line already formed “Oh, yes, with you I agree” – then I say stop it, Neta. Neither you nor shoreacres have the time to do that. But it is a fun first line, isn’t it? Just think, agree, tree, free, me, see, bee. (Again Oneta, stop it!) I could become addicted. Thanks, for the spark.Next time I go to school, I will see if they offer Limerickocology.
Neta – I love love love this! Thank you so much for participating! 🙂
I would have said I haven’t time but then a limerick comes like a silly rhyme….
Don’t think this is a limerick but anyway it is a silly but true rhyme..
The dog liked food but ate OUR lunch
Now, outside through window, he drools,
watches as we munch.
Hey, Faye. Come on with the cute rhyme. Love the accented “OUR” giving a needed beat. I can just see how that dog hunches as he munches your lunches. He probably loves your lunches bunches!. As I told shoreacres it’s hard to stop this kind of thing!
Hahaha! I’m so not a poet! Well done! My husband loves poetry, and being a teacher, you’d be proud of him reading Dante’s Inferno and Milton’s Paradise Lost. He also writes poetry, etc. Me? I’m more toward the “there once was a woman from Niger” side of the continuum. Question: I’m working on a post re: veterans in the Christian army. I would like to include a link to your site, and if that’s okay, may I also include your age?
I’m honored that you would think of me in that research subject. I’m honored to be included. I am eighty-one; my birthday is in January. And if we ever talk poetry at your house, I am definitely going to sit on your side of the discussion. Rated one for “woman” and ten for Dante,” I’m a one. I never tried Dante; but I could handle Paradise Lost in abridged form! Well, that’s one up from Cliff’s Notes. So you also live with one of those intelligent husbands; mine is also, I’m a Reading Specialist and still can’t read the things he reads for fun – human anatomy, microbiology, microbiology. I’ll just rest with Dick and Jane! …!
Oh how I wish our husbands could meet. Bob is a professor of molecular bio at our local private college in town. Sounds like their minds are somewhat cut from the same cloth! And thank you. My little post will go out on Vet’s Day.
That’s a lovely Limerick!
Thank you, Maddy. Are you in on the limerick challenge? I have read some really cute ones today.
Oh, yes, Maddy, I went over and read your limerick. Too cute!
Yes mine is at Sshh Maddy is Writing….
Short, sweet, sensible and impactful!