Limerick or… what? Come look and see…


May 9 by The Running Son

OK I’m going to publish these here for your amusement. Shoes a nice progression, but you MUST visit the Thursday Poetry Prompt #2 at We Drink Because We’re Poets. Show the some love from across the ocean. Maybe hop in yourself… Hmmmmmm?

There once was a man from Nantucket.
A no-mojo, a roughneck-come-up-it.
Did not know where was up,
Did not know where to suck
face, What? Based on what case of bad-taste, luck?

Pfff. Not a limerick. Call it Limerick style-update…

There once was a man from Nan-tucket.
A style bucket of grace, and some “suck-it!”.
The face de-faced and strange,
Re-placed, hole-aced, de-ranged,
Re-arranged, en-cased like lace, Bi-puppet.

There once was a man from NonBUCKet.
An old chum– old buck. Not to rub-it
in, but a bell-ringer!
Grin off-ending….. Sinner!!!
Nan-BUCKet…. ringing my ear-drum. Sh-it.

There once was a man from non-topic.
Off rocket, Out of cock-pit, shock-bit.
Lobbed schit quickly, sickly
ripped, tickly star cup-sippy
Kids up with Limerick, and non-bi-o-pic!

There once was a can from the tropics.
Rusted, up-ended up tree-top sit-
ting up shining, gleaming
never even meaning
to open. Tree-fall, drop off, and in.

By Jim Aldrich



2 thoughts on “Limerick or… what? Come look and see…

  1. pi314chron says:

    Nice efforts but I prefer the “Ribald Version” in the Wiki article: 🙂


    • I’ll check them out. As I remember, he had much less time in life to write. Tragic. Awesome mind he had.

      Thank You.


      EDIT: I just read them hahahahaha Dude was OFF. I love that.

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