wesley snow
wesley snow
Nov 01, 2014
This poem is part of the workshop:

Can you make a limerick serious?

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Two Limericks (limerick workshop)

Li -li -limericks are filled with wild words
that most good old folk never heards.
They make it their pride
to keep them inside
and not trail along 'hind the herds.

A Limerick is not but a fable,
produced by small men hardly able
to give a good rhyme,
a cent or the time
or I've fallen out of me cradle.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Houston, we are beyond our comfort zone. We are obviously venting a hot gas. Awaiting further instructions. I could barely find the rhythm without a lot of reading out loud and quickly. I still wonder about some of it. I've managed to eliminate the rude of it, but both are Opera Buffa. The Tragedy yet eludes me.

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Southern California, USA

Favorite Poets: Tolkien

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Comments

weirdelf

This is a deliberately provocative and challenging workshop designed to force us to consider form versus content

Rula

Rula

10 years 5 months ago

is not a bad example. At least its rhythem is of the limerick's (I guess). However, I thought 'cradle' does not perfectly rhyme with 'fable' and 'able', does it?