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Progressive Lymric time!

Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 6:41 pm
by Duper
You know the routine.

I'll start. When the last line is complete s start a new one. If things get a little ..ahem... outta hand, the reigning poobah here can move it the \"other\" forum. ;)

(try not to do more than 2 lines.)

Ok.. we seem to be having some trouble. Here's a sample.

Mathamatical equations may sound,
to first grades really quite profound,
but you may get a stare
when you say \"πR²\"
..for all KNOW mom's Pies are Round!


It's important to read what's been written before. ;)



\"There once was a man named Magoo,

Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 6:50 pm
by Xamindar
Who lived in a house with his gnu....

Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 7:36 pm
by KoolBear
and it smelled like poo No not Magoo!

Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 11:28 am
by Sir Sam II
Magoo thought poo! Ewww!...

Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 4:06 pm
by Isaac
His computer was haunted. :o Oh Newww!

Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 5:17 pm
by Top Gun
Does anyone here (besides Duper) actually know the rhyme scheme for a limerick? Or the rhythm? :P

(Big hint: AABBA, and the lines traditionally consist of 9-9-6-6-9 syllables)

Hmm...what to start off with...

\"There once was a man from Nantucket,

Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 6:10 pm
by Isaac
Who ate his hand with a bucket.

Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 8:27 pm
by d3jake
Who could actually never tell...

Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 9:03 am
by HighOctane_Jared
He was standing in the middle of hell

Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 9:53 am
by Zombie
Until informed by little Miss Muffet

Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 3:44 pm
by Isaac
she was written by Thomas Muffet.

Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 4:20 pm
by KoolBear
who at some point kicked the bucket

Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 6:11 pm
by Isaac
which then hit a bobcat...

Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 10:20 pm
by catch22
wearing a pointed hat

Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 10:24 pm
by DCrazy
...I knew someone here would just guff it. :P

Quite frankly guys, it's not hard... (a criticism AND a properly-formatted limerick line!)

Re:

Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 7:30 am
by Isaac
DCrazy wrote:
Quite frankly guys, it's not hard...
A frog on a hat, ate the card

Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 8:39 am
by Darktalyn1
the hat was red velvet
the card was of elvis

Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 9:43 am
by Richard Cranium
Here is an example... shamelessly stolen from http://www.yesterdaysisland.com/main_pa ... erick.html

There once was a man from Nantucket,
Who kept all of his cash in a bucket,
But his daughter, named Nan,
Ran away with a man,
And as for the bucket, Nantucket.
—Princeton Tiger

But he followed the pair to Pawtucket,
The man and the girl with the bucket;
And he said to the man,
He was welcome to Nan,
But as for the bucket, Pawtucket.
—Chicago Tribune

Then the pair followed Pa to Manhasset,
Where he still held the cash as an asset,
But Nan and the man
Stole the money and ran,
And as for the bucket, Manhasset.
—Exchange

Of this story we hear from Nantucket,
About the mysterious loss of a bucket,
We are sorry for Nan,
As well as the man—
The cash and the bucket, Pawtucket.
—Pawtucket Times

And our newest additions:

The man saw Pa leave with the bucket,
Said he 'Nan, go home to Nantucket.
Sneak into the house,
And quick as a mouse,
Out the window, the bucket, you chuck it.”
—C. Alan Reber, Arizona

For the next few years, then, the man,
Wondered where he went wrong with his Nan.
But with his new wife,
Went on with his life,
And never had children again.
—Ricky Lee Edwards, Monrovia, CA

Their bucket of cash bought a garden,
with a Nantucket cottage to reside in,
The Geraniums grew,
and the next thing they knew,
Pa, Nan, and her man had a fortune.
—Tris Coffin, Pittsburgh, PA

The good life! Investments and plans...
Still, the years swallowed most of Paw's clan.
Nan's kids got that bucket
Full of stock in Nantucket.
Dreadful snobs, they're ashamed of old Nan.
—Peggy Ross, Reedsville, WV

The problem Nan had wasn't nice.
It seems her man suffered from vice.
His drinking was bad,
but what made her quite sad,
was he lost all their money at dice!
—Carl Davis, New Waverly, Indiana

Visited Nan and her man on Nantucket
Oyster in hand, man said, You shuck it
Fresh from the shell into the pan
Dinner for me, Nan and man
Tomorrow, clams'l fill our bucket
—Cynthia Gallant-Simpson, aboard the trawler Briganta

With the boys the man began drinking,
A behavior that started Nan thinking
That her husband once sweet,
Was the party-girl's treat,
And his time with the boys would be shrinking.
—Steve Todd, Nantucket (Originally GA)

There once was a girl in Nantucket
He and Nan took a walk with a bucket.
Oops, a seagull flew low,
He had nowhere to go,
But Nan, she was able to duck it.
—Sandra Williams, Philadelphia, PA

Nan had it sent up to Alaska,
It’s farther, she thought, than Nebraska.
Did she and her man,
Fool her Pa with this plan?
The next time I see her, Alaska.
—mailed to us by 'A California Dale,' who credits
his inspiration to Margaret Dale, whose contribution
to this tale appears at www.yesterdaysisland.com

Let’s be clear on Miss Nan and her mate,
The bucket of cash sealed her fate,
Though her motives were pure,
And the good life seemed sure,
‘Twas a community property state.
—Peter Homes,Washington, DC

Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 2:02 pm
by Isaac
Ok richard... you drove me to this... we'll take ten steps, turn and draw...

Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 3:00 pm
by Darktalyn1
Quite frankly guys, it's not hard
A frog on a hat, ate the card
The hat was red velvet
The card was of elvis
Another limerick somewhat marred!

Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 3:07 pm
by Darktalyn1
Triple Barney justice - it's so much fun
I send feeni and GL's all on the run
My Fusion spawn killing
Is that much more thrilling
They moth right on into the path of my gun

Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 9:57 pm
by HighOctane_Jared
For in tricording I find my delight
out gunning those who stand to fight
Alas, there he is, a mass driver he hath
but he is no more, he stood in my path
My powers with afterburner and pyro GL
are proven true as it feels like hell
My homing missile you can never outmaneuver
Watch out for me, my skillz are uber



That felt a bit too much like a poem :P

Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 1:02 pm
by Duper
umyeah, refer to the top of the page. ;)

Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 1:05 pm
by Duper
A quick-witted astronaut; \"Dwight\"
when asked about his upcoming flight,
If it worried him some
about landing on the sun
he said, \"Heck no, we're landing at night\".


This one is a bit off, but cute.