tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379154562024-03-13T00:18:40.623-04:00Limerick LoreHow about a good limerick to ease away all your pains?Submit your favorite limericks, your own limericks, and from time to time I'll be writing my own.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.comBlogger161125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-18700502167485414002007-12-08T21:38:00.000-05:002007-12-08T21:40:50.384-05:00Is this my blog?Its been way too long...I would be surprised to find any readers left! I'll win you over though, don't worry!Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-31625791136097341632007-06-23T21:54:00.000-04:002007-06-23T21:57:31.805-04:00History of the Limerick<p>...a simple history of limericks...in a limerick. I'll be republishing as verses appear.</p><div align="center"><strong>The City Behind the Poem</strong></div><div align="center">When telling the story of lim'rick,</div><div align="center">be sure that you're silly and quick.</div><div align="center">To make the poem witty,</div><div align="center">lets talk of the city</div><div align="center">in Ireland, Munster, and lim'rick.</div>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-52535909426990430852007-05-29T21:58:00.000-04:002007-06-16T12:52:52.674-04:00Not to Worry<div> </div>Patience is a virtue, my readers. As of now, I'm writing the history of limericks, in a limerick...and let me tell you, it is NO easy task. I'll publish what I have so far, it is no where near complete...yet.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-82595522661176023902007-05-22T23:16:00.000-04:002007-05-22T23:21:24.577-04:00Without Further Intrerruption...I'd like to announce the new name of this blog: <strong>Limerick Lore.</strong><br /><br /><br />thanks for all the support so far.<br /><br />-J-Man JeffJeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-42908342164522740642007-05-22T23:08:00.000-04:002007-05-22T23:19:54.543-04:00RebirthI hope that in my abscense people have stopped checking the blog because they'll be missing out.<br /><br />As time went on, I realized that the limericks had lost the brilliance and originality that they contained when I first started writing. It saddens me to say that my quest to write one limerick everyday is over; however, thank you everyone who helped me to get to 155 limericks. That should be an accomplishment within itself. Limericks arn't the easiest poems to write <em>correctly, </em>and those who read the blog can say without a shadow of a doubt that, I always tried to make my meter and ryhming as perfect as possible. I've decided to end the daily limerick quest officially, and start a new one. One that should have been the main focus from the beginning: Writing daily about anything related to limericks. That's my resolve from now on.<br /><br />I hope this isn't a turn off to the many readers I've gained over time and I apologize for making you wait over twenty days without any explanation at all! Finals and many projects took up most of my time; the blog wasn't the main thing on my mind. So, it's safe to come back to reading daily, and, don't worry; the overall quest of becoming a blog of note is still active. It'll take some work though, so, please don't stop the encouraging commentsJeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-56447232238130499482007-05-08T23:59:00.000-04:002007-05-09T00:00:04.949-04:00#151: The Common Cold<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><u>The Common Cold <o:p></o:p></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The woman was feeling quite sick.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She was pale and her face had a tic.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So she stayed in the nether,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">feeling under the weather</p> <p class="MsoNormal">as the clouds outside turned grey and thick.</p>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com59tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-53613125523437752362007-05-08T23:39:00.000-04:002007-05-08T23:47:52.509-04:00#150: Tanning BoothsA very obscure pun hidden in here. Sorry about the lack of limerick lore..I'm still playing catchup.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><u>Tanning Booths<o:p></o:p></u></div> <p class="MsoNormal">When staying out long in the sun,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Its better to tan with your son.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">‘cause the tanning booths try</p> <p class="MsoNormal">to heat you till you fry;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">by the way, try to pardon my pun.</p>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-50618058024717085342007-05-07T23:42:00.001-04:002007-05-07T23:42:21.907-04:00#149: The Cutest Kitten<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><u>The Cutest Kitten<o:p></o:p></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal">There once was a woman from <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Britain</st1:place></st1:country-region>.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">In her anger she sat on her kitten.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She soon found a surprise;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The cat looked in her eyes,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now all over her body she’s bitten. </p>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-78262048575477960272007-05-06T23:33:00.000-04:002007-05-06T23:34:34.564-04:00#148: The Best First Day<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><u>The Best First Day<o:p></o:p></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal">On Ernie’s first day at the job,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">he ate lunch like a primitive slob.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">When he wiped off his mouth,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">it was covered in louth,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">so his napkin got stuck to his gob.</p>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-52541906694133014792007-05-06T23:21:00.000-04:002007-05-06T23:33:42.797-04:00#147: Breaking Wind<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><u><span style=""> </span>Breaking Wind<o:p></o:p></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal">There once was a man from <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">New York</st1:place></st1:State>,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">who insisted on not eating pork.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">When he does, bad things pass</p> <p class="MsoNormal">including his gas,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">which is why he will only eat stork.</p>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-53136787825585101652007-05-06T23:12:00.000-04:002007-05-06T23:21:15.070-04:00#146: A True Rnaissance Man<div style="text-align: left;">The irony in this one is very subtle. Let's see if you can pick up on it.<br /></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><u>A True Renaissance Man<o:p></o:p></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal">A renaissance fair man named Mike,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">took his anger out using a pike.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">In blood they were doused,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">in the streets, at the joust,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Michael proved himself to be a tyke.</p>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-35033841502552834872007-05-06T23:11:00.000-04:002007-05-06T23:12:42.190-04:00#145: The Teacher<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><u>The Teacher <o:p></o:p></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal">There once was a high school professor;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">his students call him “the oppressor.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">When he passed out the test,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">their hearts stopped in their chest.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So they had to find him a successor. </p>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-1834869373166309702007-04-30T23:01:00.000-04:002007-04-30T23:19:56.558-04:00#144: When a Stranger Calls<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><u>When a Stranger Calls<o:p></o:p></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Her telephone rang in the night.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It gave the young woman a fright.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She picked up the phone,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">and heard nothing but tone.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Through the night there was nothing but plight.</p>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-51374161044583873692007-04-29T21:59:00.001-04:002007-04-29T21:59:33.449-04:00#143: An Unexpected Surprise<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><u>An Unexpected Surprise<o:p></o:p></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal">A mind-reader picked up a gun.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He claimed it was all in good fun.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He pointed at Fred,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">and shot him in the head</p> <p class="MsoNormal">only <i style="">water</i> came out of his gun!</p>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-13226759151812591212007-04-28T22:41:00.000-04:002007-04-28T22:45:00.553-04:00#142: An Arm and A Leg<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><u>An Arm and A Leg<o:p></o:p></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal">At <st1:place st="on">Blackpool</st1:place> one day by the sea,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The mayor sent out a decree.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“To be able to swim,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">you must chop off a limb</p> <p class="MsoNormal">and without delay send it to me.”</p>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-6371310440754345032007-04-27T23:02:00.000-04:002007-04-27T23:29:45.607-04:00#141: Jove's Laugh<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><u>Jove’s Laugh<o:p></o:p></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal">As Jupiter laughed with delight,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The two mates split up without contrite.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Just then, from above,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">was the god-given dove</p> <p class="MsoNormal">that would stop Jove from making them fight.</p>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-76410218062112749672007-04-27T00:04:00.000-04:002007-04-27T00:11:11.017-04:00#140: Six in a Row (cont'd)<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><u>Six in a Row (cont’d)<o:p></o:p></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal">There is one thing we all know is true,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">that the Yanks have the Series in view.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But I hope that the Sox</p> <p class="MsoNormal">do not try to make blocks</p> <p class="MsoNormal">that will make our great plan go askew.</p>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-38210633232741453172007-04-26T23:59:00.000-04:002007-04-27T00:04:14.882-04:00#139: Six in a RowDespite my limerick, I am in fact a Yankee fan. And, I hope that one day I will be able to write a limerick praising the Yankess WINS, not critisizing their defeats.<br /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><u>Six in a Row<o:p></o:p></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The Yankees are down in a slump.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And their rivals are playing the trump.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Like a bee to a midge,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I turned baseball to bridge.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">At this rate, the Yanks might as well crump!</p>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-42861126315774965162007-04-26T23:52:00.000-04:002007-04-26T23:59:06.514-04:00#138: Don't Feed the Bears<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><u>Don’t Feed the Bears<o:p></o:p></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The woman was forced to be bare.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Her clothing was torn by a bear.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">There’s more to it than that,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">For the bear ate her hat</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And her sneakers were starting to wear.</p>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-38550361840850808492007-04-26T23:50:00.000-04:002007-04-26T23:52:15.530-04:00#137: The Problem with KidsIm sorry for the four-day delay. School is definitly preventing me from posting daily....but, Not to worry. I'll catch up. This limerick isn't the best from a narrative standpoint, but technically, its good.<br /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><u>The Problem with Kids <o:p></o:p></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The light bulb went off in a flash.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The plates hit the floor with a crash.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The noise will abound,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">when the kids are around.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And you’re bound to have piles of trash.</p>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-26242389618464871632007-04-22T23:05:00.000-04:002007-04-22T23:08:57.040-04:00#136: Mired in the Mire<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><u>Mired in the Mire<o:p></o:p></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The man’s situation was dire.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He was mired in the murkiest mire.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So without showing shame,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">he lit up a flame </p> <p class="MsoNormal">He engulfed the quagmire in fire.</p>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-37582216174005325882007-04-22T21:57:00.000-04:002007-04-22T23:05:04.135-04:00#135: Orchestrated Snowfall<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><u>Orchestrated Snowfall<o:p></o:p></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The cellist was fixing his bow.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And preparing himself for the show.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">In a cruel twist of fate,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">the conductor was late;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">he was stuck in a driveway of snow. </p>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-86206781814087109202007-04-20T22:39:00.000-04:002007-04-20T22:56:35.606-04:00#134: Peanut Butter and Jelly<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><u>Peanut Butter and Jelly<o:p></o:p></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal">A man in the line of a deli,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">got a sandwich with p.b and jelly.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But he was not apprise,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">of the fatal surprise</p> <p class="MsoNormal">that was now being churned in his belly…</p>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com80tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-42034821006409128562007-04-20T21:47:00.000-04:002007-04-20T22:39:03.961-04:00#133: Bazaar's Guitar<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><u>Bazaar’s Guitar<o:p></o:p></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal">An elf by the name of Bazaar</p> <p class="MsoNormal">took some lessons and played the guitar.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He struck up some chords;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He won many awards</p> <p class="MsoNormal">and became an acclaimed superstar.</p>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37915456.post-9402656226951919362007-04-18T23:18:00.001-04:002007-04-18T23:18:33.051-04:00#132: Frustrated Felines<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><u>Frustrated Felines<o:p></o:p></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal">There once was a child named Kate.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Her kittens she’d always berate.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She irked them so much,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">that she needed a crutch</p> <p class="MsoNormal">after they locked her inside a crate.</p>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125715289984252387noreply@blogger.com224