And now, a demonstration of why I write prose rather than poetry: Odes to my family, in limerick style. I framed these for them last Christmas. They were not impressed.
That's Farrah on the left.
1. Liz “Bean”: High school swimming teenager with more clothes, shoes, makeup and hair straighteners than the rest of us put together.
There once was a girl from Bellaire
Who daily did straighten her hair
A fast swimming teen
A Facebooking Bean
She can never decide what to wear
2. Clark: High school debate & robotics, Dallas Cowboys biggest fan, you know him from the ADHD-world in the Clark Kent Chronicles. I wrote such amazing limericks on Clark, I couldn’t limit this post to just one.
Number One:
There lives here a boy named Clark
He treats school much like a lark
If he ever gets through
What he’s started to do
We are sure he will leave quite a mark
Number Two:
A dramatic and unruffled soul
A haircut a lot like a bowl
Witten’s best fan
Homework not in his plan
To be a big dork is his goal
3. Suz: Middler schooler whose hygiene habits indicate she is not yet interested in boys . Loves dogs, swimming, and disagreeing.
Amanda Susanne is her name
Contrariness is her main game
She’s strong and she’s tall
She likes dogs best of all
But her showering skills are quite lame
4. Eric: My long-suffering island-boy-turned-Texas-redneck-wannabe triathlete husband.
There once was a man from St. Croix
With a fanny as fine as a boy’s
I may give him heck
But I love his red neck
He inspires the name Road to Joy
You’re welcome for the awesomeness. Please, share some of your own in the comments. And don’t make me pull y’all for inappropriate content. The cyber police are out there.
Pamelot
p.s. I’m working on a book this week. Saving my prose for Going for Kona. Only so much of the good stuff to go around.
LMAO! Your Samantha is just like My Deenah!
Is Deenah bipolar, too? Samantha goes from sitting in my lap cooing, to curling her lip in a spot-in imitation of Billy Idol within a blink. 🙂
I think I will spend my eveing writing a lymeric about the author of this blog.I feel like in the nearly 44 years we have known her I could come up with some doozies!!!!!
The time of sitting
has come and gone
I must get up
like the sun with dawn
and put my life
into order – and yet
I think I’d rather
just dream and sit!
Copyright 1975 – I was sooooo poetic back then
Yay, a poet!
Hey! Doesn’t your MOM know that you’re only 23? Sheesh, you’d think of all people, that SHE’D know! Yeah, I was a poet & I knew it (ho) – check out some sometime: http://www.joy-cafe.com/PoetryCorner.html When you’re done hurling, laughing and admiring, let me know (hahahaha).
You’re goooooood!
Stop, or I’ll post more 😉
There once was a girl quite fair
Who changed the color of her hair
Now she’s a devoted wife
Who loves her life
But sometimes still acts like a bear
I should have known you’d respond to the poem challenge.
BEAR???????
BEAR?????
Harrumph.
I would love to know how you wrote limericks w/o being profane. I can’t do it!
Dedicated to my father Gene Hutchins
One day as I sat sad and lonely
A voice came to me from the blue
it said, “cheer up, things could get worse”
so I did,,,,,,,, and sure enough, things got worse!
For the life of me my brothers and I never figured out why in the world he told us that when we were said, but he always did, 100’s of times, so much so that we would start to crack up before he got the first line out, no matter how upset we were….
I guess he knew what he was doing after all.
Oh man, your father is the king of jokes and poems. Wily old fox.
other Gene isms
Algee saw the bear
the bear saw Algee
the bear had a bulge
the bulge was Algee
Whats big red and eats rocks?
A big red rock eater
oh I could go on and on, and he did, and I’m smiling.
He makes everyone smile. The kids love the big red rock eater most of all.
Oh I’m not going to even try and enter this limerick competition!
I just bow and say “you are the master.”
Ha! Definitely not. But I do love to indulge the silly mood that comes over me now and then and RHYME. I also indulge in a little alliteration too, which secretly feels like the same thing. I know, writers are weird.
I totally love these! Your sense of humor is great…I can imagine your kids alternate between cracking up at you and being annoyed because their mom is cool. Too funny!
It’s definitely a love/hate thing for the kids. 🙂 They’ll survive….