Posted on 01/18/2006 5:37:16 PM PST by Diva Betsy Ross
Copied the little guy so I could do a right back at cha...
Literally and figurativly! Make that Tried to...Blasted HTML code! Just pictre your cute smiley in my post back to you here ok?
Try again, you can do it. You know the start...< img src=" then the url, then finish with "> And no space after the <
Lots of us learned here, the same way.
Here it is.
I have written over 200 clean limericks, that are published in the book, "What is a Limnerick"
The reason that there are so few clean limericks, is because there is no popular demand in the market place.
The limericks written by Edward Lear are clean, and he is consideed the father of the modern limeric.
Here are a few poems that provide my definition of a limerick:
THE LIMERICK VERSE
Jonathan Dean
The limerick is an old form, schtick,
It is a communication that I do pick,
Tho its reputation,
Has a correlation,
With bad 'rep', sim'lar to Rap music!
WHAT is a LIMERICK?
Jonathan Dean
The limerick is a fun five-line poem,
Enjoyed by all those that know ‘em,
With two rhymes up top,
Then one last to stop,
And two in between, not below ‘em.
The limericks not proven a Celtic invention,
That theory is still a cause of contention,
For there are rhymes,
From before the times,
Of history oral or written does ere mention!
Not that I do not love limericks,
The poem form that gives me kicks,
Through such verse,
Clean or perverse,
It's the form of converse I picks!
The Limerick is considered, a bawdy art,
As expression it’s thought, not very smart,
To achieve a laugh,
Or to exploit a gaff,
At expense of respect it, will humor impart.
Anyone can write poems in limerick form,
Whether in cold clime or in weather warm,
It’s not very hard,
In a letter or, card,
Sent to Larry, to Curly, to Moe, or Norm!
And here is a limerick about that great poet, Edward Lear:
Edward Lear
Jonathan Dean
There once was a poet with a ‘Nom de Plame’,
Of Derry Down Derry, was his fame to claim.
A “Book of Nonsense” he,
Called his book of poetry,
And Edward Lear was his true given name.
On the twelfth day of May in, the morn,
In 1812 the poet, Ed Lear, was born,
The twentieth Tad,
Of his Mum and Dad,
His parents, seems, did abstinence scorn!
In Highgate was born, that Learickle man,
Who’s “Nonsense” was, a quite lyrical plan.
Rhymes so untamed,
Limericks they’re named,
That flowed from his pen in empirical hand.
In January of eighteen-eighty and eight,
The limericks great old “Poet Laureate”
On January the twenty-nine,
That poet lived his last line,
As Edward Lear returned to Heavens gate.
Hi Rebel, a day late......cute limerick. LOL!
Hiya, Gummy.....loved your pajama people and limerick.
Hi folks. I know it's been a while since my last visit.
I have a friend who is part of a group of motorcycle riders who show up at military funerals to shield friends and family of the fallen from protesters.
He sent me this and I thought you might appreciate it.
Honoring SSGT Daniel Clay, USMC
SPEECH OF HON. JEFF MILLER OF FLORIDAIN
THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES
THURSDAY, DECEMBER 15, 2005
Mr. MILLER of Florida: “Mr. Speaker, this week I attended the funeral of SSgt Daniel Clay. Sergeant Clay was from my district and one of ten Marines killed by an IED in Fallujah, Iraq on December 1, 2005.
Dan's father, Bud Clay, shared with me a letter his son wrote to his loved ones before he was killed. Accompanying his son's letter was a letter Bud had written to President Bush. Mr. Clay asked me to take this to Congress and share with you so that we could all see Dan's final thoughts and wishes.
May God Bless SSgt Daniel Clay, his family, our veterans, our troops, and the United States of America.”
MOM, DAD, KRISTIE, JODIE, KIMBERLY, ROBERT, KATY, RICHARD, AND MY LISA: Boy do I love each and every one of you. This letter being read means that I have been deemed worthy of being with Christ. With MaMa Jo, MaMa Clay, Jennifer ..... all those we have been without for our time during the race. This is not a bad thing. It is what we hope for. The secret is out. He lives and His promises are real! It is not faith that supports this.... But fact and I now am a part of the promise. Here is notice! Wake up! All that we hope for is Real. Not a hope. But Real. But here is something tangible. What we have done in Iraq is worth any sacrifice. Why? Because it was our duty. That sounds simple. But all of us have a duty. Duty is defined as a God given task. Without duty life is worthless. It holds no type of fulfillment. The simple fact that our bodies are built for work has to lead us to the conclusion that God (who made us) put us together to do His work. His work is different for each of us. Mom, yours was to be the glue of our family, to be a pillar for those women (all women around you), Dad, yours was to train and build us (like a Platoon Sgt) to better serve Him. Kristie, Kim, Katy you are the five team leaders who support your Squad ldrs, Jodie, Robert and Richard. Lisa you too. You are my XO and you did a hell of a job. You all have your duties. Be thankful that God in His wisdom gives us work. Mine was to ensure that you did not have to experience what it takes to protect what we have as a family. This I am so thankful for. I know what honor is. It is not a word to be thrown around. It has been an Honor to protect and serve all of you. I faced death with the secure knowledge that you would not have to. This is as close to Christ-like I can be. That emulation is where all honor lies. I thank you for making it worthwhile. As a Marine this is not the last Chapter. I have the privilege of being one who has finished the race. I have been in the company of heroes. I now am counted among them. Never falter! Don't hesitate to honor and support those of us who have the honor of protecting that which is worth protecting. Now here are my final wishes. Do not cry! To do so is to not realize what we have placed all our hope and faith in. We should not fear. We should not be sad. Be thankful. Be so thankful. All we hoped for is true. Celebrate! My race is over; my time in war zone is over. My trials are done. A short time separates all of us from His reality. So laugh. Enjoy the moments and your duty. God is wonderful. I love each and every one of you. Spread the word.... Christ lives and He is Real. Semper Fidelis,
December 7, 2005.
President George Bush,
The White House
Washington, DC.
DEAR PRESIDENT BUSH:
My name is Bud Clay. My son, SSgt Daniel Clay--USMC was killed last week, 12/01/05, in Iraq. He was one of the ten Marines killed by the IED in Fallujah. Dan was a Christian--he knew Jesus as Lord and Savior--so we know where he is. In his final letter (one left with me for the family--to be read in case of his death) he says ``if you are reading this, it means my race is over.'' He's home now--his and our real home. I am writing to you--to tell you how proud and thankful we (his parents and family) are of you and what you are trying to do to protect us all. This was Dan's second tour in Iraq--he knew and said that his being there was to protect us. I want to encourage you. I hear in your speeches about ``staying the course''. I also know that many are against you in this “war on Terror'' and that you must get weary in the fight to do what is right. We and many others are praying for you to see this through--as Lincoln said, “that these might not have died in vain''. You have a heavy load--we are praying for you. God bless you,
BUD CLAY
Pensacola, FL
THE TIME MACHINE
There's a time machine inside your mind,
To this time and space not confined;
Return to the past,
Destinations are vast,
Or fast forward to see what you find.
Re-experience moments you prized,
The delights of your life scrutinized;
Scenic beauty recaptured,
Again you're enraptured,
In your time machine all this reprised.
Full control of your life with your brain,
See things that no longer remain;
Events can be changed,
Some results rearranged,
You can be a young child once again.
Plan a trip to before you were born,
See the Earth on the very first morn;
No borders for nations,
No thought limitations,
Imagine the perfect sojourn.
Why not create a past life or two?
There is nothing your mind cannot do;
Dream up some dreams,
Go to any extremes,
Climb a mountain peak near Kathmandu.
On the trips to the future take care,
You may not like what you see there;
Be aware if you venture,
I don't want your censure,
The world will be different - - beware!
Good night.
Goodnight,Kathy. Sweet dreams.
CC
Indeed it does! And now that we've only three weeks left, that list of a hundred things I wanted to accomplish looks mighty long. ;o) Zoiks!
(Thanks for caring!)
You must have just closed a show! 3am!
Welcome JonBoy!
To everyone else, JonBoy is a fellow comedian. I can't vouch for his political leanings, but he is a good guy. So, don't scare him away by asking him, "What is a Shumer?" OK?
This is how I do it each time ,the secret of my success, you could say (LOL):
Sit down with a pen and write what is on my mind.
And now you can see why I am always out of the box and wont fit into a format.
I know it is scary~
Welcome to the Canteen and to Freerepublic! I bet your limericks are fantastic! And thanks for the nice words!
My younger son likes to write poetry too. I read one of my early childhood favorites, Robert Frost, to him.
I was pleased to see so many people share their thoughts and awesome limericks on this thread. The limericks are all good. I serious am in awe with the talented people of FR.
Disclaimer: Opinions posted on Free Republic are those of the individual posters and do not necessarily represent the opinion of Free Republic or its management. All materials posted herein are protected by copyright law and the exemption for fair use of copyrighted works.
