Writerly Verse (Limerick-Off Monday)
Once again, it’s Limerick-Off time. And that means I write a limerick, and you write your own, using the same first line. Then you post your limerick here and, if you’re a Facebook user, on Facebook too.
So I hope you’ll join me in writing a limerick with this first line:
A woman was trying to write. …
or
A fellow was trying to write. …
Here’s mine. (It’s a three-verse limerick, but a standard one-verse limerick is fine, of course.)
Writerly Verse
By Madeleine Begun Kane
A woman was trying to write.
Ev’ry sentence and phrase was a fight.
She hated each line.
Too much whine. (Too much wine?)
And decided to call it a night.
She started again the next day.
But her muse seemed to be on delay.
So she showered and walked.
Inspiration still balked.
Though agnostic, she started to pray.
She returned to her screen with a curse.
Started typing for better or worse.
Tried to block her left brain,
Or her right, or the twain.
Then punched keys till at last she found verse.
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Tags: Creativity, Inspiration, Muse, Poetry & Prompts, Writer's Block, Writing & Publishing Humor, Writing Prompts
A fellow was trying to write
but his neighbors were noisy all night
They were having a party
and this guy was a smarty
so he went over and then felt all right.
A woman was trying to write
things that were really too polite
so she added some curses
and wrote dirty verses
Now her bank account is out of sight
Your writerly verse is terrific!
A man was trying to write
But on whiskey he was higher than a kite
His head was a swimmin’
All his thoughts were of women
His mords were so wixed he turned white!
A woman was trying to write
and struggling, byte after byte
She pushed and she pulled
Her wit became dulled
And ne’er did her poem see light!
A woman trying to write
a villanelle couldn’t quite
find the right word.
What she wrote was absurd –
the reverse of poetic delight.
great limerick and fun! my potluck.. metamorphosis
A woman was trying to write
But all she came up with was shite
It finally hit her
To put it on Twitter
For readers who aren’t too bright
Very cleverly written. I ‘ve not seen a longer poem made up of the limerick style before!
Here from Poetry Potluck.
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A woman was trying to write
With her muse deadlocked in a fight
They battled for hours
Drained all brainpower
‘Til Zeus intervened on Twelfth Night
A woman was trying to write
But she couldn’t even spell right
So she called her niece
And beg in her knees
Write to your uncle, I’m ending the fight
:)
A woman was trying to write.
She stayed up in vain every night,
But then in a dream,
words came in a stream
and finally her fancy took flight.
Al woman was trying to write
But her words were all wrong, not alright
So she flew in a rage
Tossing words on a page
And created a “wordsearch” that night
*Her Dr. Is trying to find clues to her puzzling behaviour*
A woman was trying to write
But her syntax was not very tight
Metaphors mangled
Modifiers dangled
And her rhetoric failed to excite
A woman was trying to write
her nails she started to bite
she wasn’t to blame
Twas always the same
Insight ended ere the end was in sight
A woman was trying to write
Sitting with a candle burning all night
With dictionary on table
Every single word she filled
Just to be found asleep with all her might
A woman was trying to write,
was about to give up on the fight.
When she invoked Dylan Thomas,
and made a personal promise,
to not go gentle into that good night.
A fellow was trying to write
When his head started getting a little light
He was drooling with snot
After smoking too much pot
And found himself higher than a kite.
a woman was trying to write
but it just didn’ t feel right
the dishes not done
inspiration was gone
so instead she just read through the night
A fellow was trying to write;
Stayed up typing throughout the long night.
But when sun-up came,
What he’d writ was so lame
Cried he, “This ain’t prose; this is SHITE?!?”
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These limericks are just a delight. Please keep them coming. Thanks!
And thanks for your kind words fiveloaf and Jessica. Jessica, I often write multiple verse limericks. They’re a fun challenge. I might be wrong, but I think this one (six verses) is my longest: Suitable Verse.
A lady was trying to write
To get all her words proper–just right
But they came out less corny
The more she felt horny
Now her book is a midnight delight
A woman was trying to write
At Starbucks long into the night
Too many ventes and treats
Changed her style, mode and beats
Romance turned to horror and fright
…
When she finally dragged home to bed
Awful visions were filling her head
Hoping a few sleeping pills
Would aid her insomniac ills
She’d get right back on her writing sched.
We know it doesn’t work that way
Seeking an “easy way out” doesn’t pay
Only moderate drugging
Can help the brain’s de-bugging
A little caffeine, booze and nicotine–that’s the way!
A fellow was trying to write
‘Bout a diet he’d start some fine night
But the more that he scribbled
The more that he nibbled
Now is belt is two notches too tight
I’m really enjoying these! Please keep them coming!
A fellow was trying to write
On a deadline exceedingly tight.
He thought it’s my choice,
Either use my true voice,
Or finish this project tonight.
A Woman was trying to write
A limerick- for much needed respite
Mad Kane’s blog did she visit,
She thought- not that tough, is it?
And wrote a good one using all her might!
just fantastic. loved it.
trisha
Free Soul
A woman was trying to write
her husband just got a big freight
he really felt sick
it would be about his little nose
so he simply turned off the light
;)
Oh good — more fun verse! Please keep your limericks coming. Thanks! And thanks Trisha for your kind words!
ha – nice – enjoyed your “writer’s block” and the contributions in the comments
a woman was trying to write
and cuddled her black cat in spite
who lay on the keyboard like a rock
causing her writer’s block….
smiles
ha. those are a lot of fun…i like you commentary as well…i dont think i have ever written a limerick though i enjoy them…
A fellow was trying to write,
But his kitten put up a fight.
It purred and meowed
Until he kowtowed
And petted it into the night.
(I’m a writer, but my danged kitten is jealous and won’t leave me alone at the computer. It’s a horrible distraction! How do you say no to a lovable little kitten that cries for you and jumps up all the time?).
so I can sympathize with Claudia.
I’m enjoying everyone’s verse and I appreciate your enthusiastic words. Thanks!
Its a beautiful and fun…
Thanks for sharing… Wanted to write one myself but some other time..
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Thanks Shashi!