In this limerick now, a haiku Nineteen syllables long, minus two This first line has five And seven more here, no jive This also has five --There, I’m through.
Your critique, well thanks much for sharing 'Tis the price paid for acting so daring Looks like my dual-poem Ain't much to write ho-ome Instead, should I sing like Fred Waring?
There's no place like home, do not stray The rules can't be broke, they all say The line must be towed The row must be hoed To elsewhere, attention, don't pay
Not to worry, my bags aren't yet packed T'was a noble attempt, but it lacked Both as haiku and lim It was sans "oomph" and "vim" The forms' cards all against me were stacked
And speaking of stacked, check that, Jack That must put a strain on her back That gal sure can carry I think I will marry The girl holding up the wine rack
7 comments:
While it be brave to stretch the form and try something new…it might also be foolish.
Oh Backthrow, this might be the worst
To blow at two forms is a first
This sucks as haiku
And limerick, too
Both gasket and spleen you have burst!
Your critique, well thanks much for sharing
'Tis the price paid for acting so daring
Looks like my dual-poem
Ain't much to write ho-ome
Instead, should I sing like Fred Waring?
Not really, it wasn't that bad
But missed, by a tad, being "rad"
I was being a jerk
Keep up the good work
And I'll just keep being a cad
There's no place like home, do not stray
The rules can't be broke, they all say
The line must be towed
The row must be hoed
To elsewhere, attention, don't pay
Not to worry, my bags aren't yet packed
T'was a noble attempt, but it lacked
Both as haiku and lim
It was sans "oomph" and "vim"
The forms' cards all against me were stacked
And speaking of stacked, check that, Jack
That must put a strain on her back
That gal sure can carry
I think I will marry
The girl holding up the wine rack
I'd love to be walking a breast
And kilt when to die for was dressed
This makes little sense
Not even ha'pence
But I took a stab like a guest
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