Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Prompt: Write a limerick or nonsense poem

Happy (late) Birthday Dr. Seuss!

I seem to be a day late and a dollar short a lot lately. I had meant to have this post up for yesterday so we could join in the nation wide celebration of Dr. Seuss's silliness, but I was too busy making mischief as "thing 2" at our public library.

Better late than never?

I think my proudest, smuggest, educational moment was when I wrote my final exam in the capstone course of my college education --all in limerick. I congratulated myself on my cheekiness for the next two days until I ran into the teacher walking down the sidewalk with a friend. She turned to her friend and said "this is that student I was telling you about." My smug self-satisfaction evaporated like the thin film of perspiration that was forming on my brow, and the rest of the week was panted out in tense anticipation of my final grade.

Need I even mention I passed the class with flying colors? And these many years later, I remember non of the rhymes, but the lesson that sometimes a little silliness is just what the "Dr." ordered!

Your mission (should you choose to accept it) is to write a limerick or other nonsense poem. It can be about anything you choose; as limericks tend to have a reputation for naughtiness: please keep it family friendly. I will have to post my own poem in the comments section as, once again, I am running late.


  1. On a walk, an old doggy named Izzy
    Stopped so often to pee he got dizzy.
    As if that weren't enough,
    Often hiking his stuff
    Sprained his leg and his whatnot, poor Izzy.

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  3. Tiss hol wing up’n fickle my tancy,
    Butter’n bubbles! Em wiggl’n dancy,
    Whup! They’s another’n ull ap gon prancy!

    Mebby em tass who pump lyk’n jixey,
    I doh no—hmm—them’s mo fo gots flixy,
    Hut? Mow whenny? ‘Bout leventysixy.

  4. My stomach is feeling all in a whirl.
    If I even smell garlic I'll probably hurl.
    I'm buying dresses, ribbons, and bows,
    but the answer to my question nobody knows.
    Is this baby a boy or a girl?

    ...writing silly poems at work is fun:)

  5. You might think that I'm an old fart
    Or perhaps just not all that smart
    A stick in the mud?
    An old fuddy dud?
    But it's three months since I've shopped at Wal-Mart!

  6. Love them love them love them! I don't understand them all, (audiopest, i need a translation) but they sure are fun! Joanie and Jer: Congratulations! We are so excited for you!

  7. I have tried and tried, but I just CANNOT do it! All I get is really bad limericks dancing in my head. Not a good thing.

    Geo's is great. What the heck is Audiopest writing about? Very cute one from Joanie. Tell JTE that I have NEVER EVER EVER in my life set foot in a Walmart. My one claim to fame.

    I'll keep trying.

  8. There, I've finally done it:

    There once was a rabbit named Carrot,
    Who's existence I just couldn't bear it.
    He eats chocolate and cheese
    And poops where he please,
    I should've gotten my kids a pet ferret.

  9. Lois! I am laughing out loud! This really struck my funny bone!

  10. My limericks are bad luck! Our poor rabbit passed away the day after I wrote this. So if any of you out there have an enemy you want to get rid of, just let me know and I'll write a limerick about them.

    To make me feel even more evil, the word verification for this comment was "hatemad"!!!