There’s this e-literary journal that also has a page called ‘your space’ where anyone can post their works. At one stage, the poets there were doing limericks. On one of those, i commented that limericks are delightful to read but too much of a challenge to write.
The poet responded by not only challenging, but actually coaxing me to try a hand at it. As it is, i’ve always been fascinated by the anapaestic beat (da da DA). So i decided to try it, and with egging and helps from the others, the following verses were churned out. Please do read and laugh :)
There was once an old girl gone frenetic
She was anxious to write her first limerick;
So she tried and she tried
Till she hopelessly cried,
And alas, she became an eccentric!
There was once a young boy with a bag
Which he lugged, caused his shoulders to sag,
So he trudged to his school
As required by rule
All his knowledge thus packed in a bag.
There was once an old dame, oh so poor
She did beg for her food door to door;
Then you know, one bad day—
It’s so sad to relay—
All her gold was exacted by law!
There was once an old maid who would nag
At her neighbours whose morals may sag;
She saw John in a bar
She got out of her car
And he said, “Here you are! Now let’s drag!”