Post by nrt on Mar 2, 2014 11:38:08 GMT -8
The following are a selection of submissions to a weekly Limerick competition. I don't have a note of the prompts, but they mostly 'stand alone' anyway...
Some are a bit racy - you have been warned!
Don’t Blame Archimedes
NRT
She got all erotic, in the bath
Tied me to the taps with her scarf
But our Eureka event
Sort of came and then went
When the water ran cold:- we did laugh
Making a splash
NRT
The discarded skate on the stairs
Caught the butler completely unawares
A parabolical spray
From the wine on the tray
Redecorated ancestors and heirs
Double Trouble
NRT
I went out with a girl who could bend
She could go down, around and tuck in the end...
On the beach for limbo
I wondered, “how low can she go?”
But she'd run off with my flexible friend!
Alleluia!
NRT
She gave a look that said, I was 'in'
The upward glance, the black dress, the wry grin
So I took her to dine
Michelin star, Champagne wine
Through which she banged on about the dangers of sin...
Drivin' Miss Daisy
NRT
The seat is softer than bread dough I kneed
Won’t climb to the heights 'til I plead
But get her warmed up,
She’s still a playful old pup
Though built more for comfort than speed…
Overcooked
NRT
We ended our tryst on the floor
I was beat, flat out, bushed to the core.
My noodle was boiled
Then her hand, firm but oiled
Turned that mush to al-dente once more
1 'n' 1 is 1 - the prompt here is obvious...
NRT
His life was just drifting along,
Each day not quite right, yet not wrong…
And then one became two,
Re-sparked his old, youthful view,
Thenceforth even rain provoked song.
Recognition
NRT
I hadn’t seen her in such a long while
Since we had fought that time by the stile
Then by chance there she was
And time dissolved, just because,
Recognition brought us both a rare smile
Nude
NRT
I once tried to paint a girl, nude
How was I to know she was a prude?
She took one look at me
Shouted, "Oh, glory be!
Put your clothes on; don't you know that that's rude!"
Denial
NRT
It's been so long since he went to the gym
That his clothes look like they weren't bought for him
Waistband strained by his gut
Seams tested by butt
Yet, in the mirror, he still looks quite trim...
Some are a bit racy - you have been warned!
Don’t Blame Archimedes
NRT
She got all erotic, in the bath
Tied me to the taps with her scarf
But our Eureka event
Sort of came and then went
When the water ran cold:- we did laugh
Making a splash
NRT
The discarded skate on the stairs
Caught the butler completely unawares
A parabolical spray
From the wine on the tray
Redecorated ancestors and heirs
Double Trouble
NRT
I went out with a girl who could bend
She could go down, around and tuck in the end...
On the beach for limbo
I wondered, “how low can she go?”
But she'd run off with my flexible friend!
Alleluia!
NRT
She gave a look that said, I was 'in'
The upward glance, the black dress, the wry grin
So I took her to dine
Michelin star, Champagne wine
Through which she banged on about the dangers of sin...
Drivin' Miss Daisy
NRT
The seat is softer than bread dough I kneed
Won’t climb to the heights 'til I plead
But get her warmed up,
She’s still a playful old pup
Though built more for comfort than speed…
Overcooked
NRT
We ended our tryst on the floor
I was beat, flat out, bushed to the core.
My noodle was boiled
Then her hand, firm but oiled
Turned that mush to al-dente once more
1 'n' 1 is 1 - the prompt here is obvious...
NRT
His life was just drifting along,
Each day not quite right, yet not wrong…
And then one became two,
Re-sparked his old, youthful view,
Thenceforth even rain provoked song.
Recognition
NRT
I hadn’t seen her in such a long while
Since we had fought that time by the stile
Then by chance there she was
And time dissolved, just because,
Recognition brought us both a rare smile
Nude
NRT
I once tried to paint a girl, nude
How was I to know she was a prude?
She took one look at me
Shouted, "Oh, glory be!
Put your clothes on; don't you know that that's rude!"
Denial
NRT
It's been so long since he went to the gym
That his clothes look like they weren't bought for him
Waistband strained by his gut
Seams tested by butt
Yet, in the mirror, he still looks quite trim...
... I am thinking that a limerick challenge/competition might be a good one with which to start. I think we've enough regulars coming to post to give the limericks a try. 
