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Limericks

It all started here - Jinksy got all kinds of people writing all kinds of limericks and they were ringing in my head as I was cooking dinner. So I asked my daughters to also write a limerick. One of them complied and here is our limerical conversation:

Meghana:
Many think I am crazy
I am often called lazy
But I know who I am
Possibly as sweet as a lamb
Or as pretty as a daisy
Me:

Daisies are really pretty
And so is your little ditty
Lambs not sweet me think
They often times stink
Maybe sweet as a little kitty

Meghana:

What you said is rather odd
At least lamb don't smell as bad as cod
I believe this is all quite weird
Like the idea of my dog having a beard
And changing their name to Todd

Me:

It's not odd it's very creative
I know a Todd who is a native
he is a bit weird
And does not have a beard
But likes to experiment with laxatives


Meghana:
Well my father has a terrible temper
Whenever I wear a sweater
All because it's only summer
I think that's quite a bummer
That they can't be worn in this great weather

Me:
Don't worry it's gonna be winter soon
And no more of this summer moon
Frigid air will be here
Then you can put on your layers
Even when it is high noon

Meghana:

Yes it is rather sad
And makes me feel rather bad
Having the sunshine hiding away
And frozen waters at the bay
None of which is really rad


Me:
Oh please do not despair
And get funky knots in your hair
Summers follow winters
My deck has no splinters
Just a lonely and grouchy bear

Meghana:
I'm playing fetch with my dogs using corn
Waiting for the day god was born
Hoping with all my might to see
Presents beneath the Christmas tree
When sweaters ought to be worn



So go on - try your hand at a few and do share with me :)

Comments

Sylvia K said…
You two have such fun! And you're so clever and creative! I love all of your limericks! Look forward to more! Thanks for the smiles and chuckles tonight!

Sylvia
August 31, 2010 at 8:19 PM
Jinksy said…
I'm glad you both enjoyed a bit of banter! But if you are really interested in this particular poetic form, may I suggest you you have a read HERE or possibly HERE for some prime examples. Have fun!
August 31, 2010 at 10:46 PM
pink dogwood said…
Thanks Sylvia.

Jinksy : yes we probably broke all kinds of 'true form' rules - but this was done over the span of 5-10 minutes as we were cleaning up after dinner. But we both had fun. Thank you for the two links, I will look through those and try my hand at it again :)
September 1, 2010 at 6:39 AM
Rosaria Williams said…
What fun! You are so lucky to have a daughter who still shares rhynes with you.
September 1, 2010 at 9:17 AM
karen said…
What fun!! Great to spend some time together being creative over the kitchen clearing :)
September 6, 2010 at 8:06 AM
Dianne said…
you two are brilliant
made me smile and smile some more
September 9, 2010 at 7:11 AM
Tillybud said…
That's a lovely idea and so clever
Making limericks while working together
It passes the time just talking in rhyme
What a funny and worthy endeavour!
September 9, 2010 at 7:27 AM
Gabriele Agustini said…
This was so much fun to read! Great job by your daughter too!
This is my first visit here and I'm really enjoying your blog!
Best,
gabriele
September 10, 2010 at 2:19 PM
My Dream Canvas said…
Your limericks are so lovely. I stumbled upon your blog thru Indian Summer. Would love for you to drop by My Dream Canvas.
September 13, 2010 at 11:43 AM
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