Fun With Verbs (Limerick)
A recent article over at DVerse Poets discusses the importance of using vivid verbs in poetry. And though I completely agree, I couldn’t resist writing this limerick:
Fun With Verbs (Limerick)
By Madeleine Begun Kane
One never should write. One should scribe.
One must NOT coincide. Instead, jibe.
Are verbs that have color
Much better than duller?
I’m bewildered — must drink … or imbibe.
Boring adjective-freedom’s my goal,
And dull adverbs can sure take their toll.
I abjure and forswear them
And simply can’t bear them.
In this verse, though, they’re taking control.
Perhaps with Verse 3, I’ll succeed
In banishing words I don’t need.
Not an adverb in sight,
Nor an adjective blight.
Push my luck? No, not me! End of screed.
Tags: Drink Verse, Drinking Limerick, DVerse, Writing & Publishing Humor
My wife has a gravity bent
by far not my latest lament
her clothes have expanded
I’ve not reprimanded
because she’s much kinder content
I’ve queried of clothing expanse
embarrassed to lead in our dance
hardly room for me
in her repartee
much less for my hand in her pants
This verbiage is not trekking yonder
she’s seemingly waxing to blonder
oh, tarry not heart
it’s just her mind fart
propels me to post of my ponder
Yep~~verbs w/action & adjectives with “color [ARE] much better than duller.” This limerick should be read by every h.s. English/jrnlsm & college creative-writing class. Dazzlingly divine.
If I were your boyfriend, I might write…
HER GENTEEL WORDS
My girlfriend does expectorate,
though I watch her simply spit,
but I learn to accommodate,
and my teeth, I simply grit.
She says, I always aggravate
proving l am an uncouth fit.
but in her bathroom she’d evacuate
and I can’t stand the smell of shit.
We sit to eat and masticate,
but I watch and see her chew.
Culinary skills she’d cultivate
when plain cooking she must do.
Maybe her words might elevate
turning this peasant true blue,
and together we do fornicate,
only slobs would just say we screw.
Vivid verbs seem a worthy endeavor,
to ponder while eyeing the weather;
for nothing’s less timid,
than nature gone livid,
tornadoing out of her quiver.
verbs with colour are definitely the most satisfying :)