Posts Tagged ‘Eyesight Humor’

Limerick Ode To Eyeglasses

Tuesday, August 13th, 2019

I was reading some mind-numbing prose,
Which apparently caused me to doze.
I’ve awakened — can’t see!
Did my eyeglasses flee,
Somehow slipping from nose-tip to toes?

Happy Eyeglasses Day! (August 13)

Reading Limericks (Limerick-Off Monday)

Sunday, March 17th, 2013

It’s Limerick-Off time, once again. 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.

The best submission will be crowned Limerick Of The Week. (Here’s last week’s Limerick Of The Week Winner.)

How will your poems be judged? By meter, rhyme, cleverness, and humor. (If you’re feeling a bit fuzzy about limerick writing rules, here’s my How To Write A Limerick article.)

I’ll announce the Limerick of the Week Winner next Sunday, right before I post next week’s Limerick-Off. So that gives you a full week to submit your clever, polished verse. Your submission deadline is Saturday at 11:59 p.m. (Eastern Time.)

I hope you’ll join me in writing a limerick with this first line:

A woman was trying to read…*

or

A fellow was trying to read…*

*(Please note that minor variations to my first lines are acceptable. However, rhyme words may not be altered, except by using homonyms or homophones.)

Here’s my limerick:

Reading Limericks
By Madeleine Begun Kane

A woman was trying to read
The very fine print on a screed,
But the words were a blur.
Seems her eyeglasses were
Way to weak, cuz of eyes gone to seed.

Please feel free to write your own limerick using the same first line and post it in my comments. And if you’re on Facebook, I hope you’ll join my friends in that same activity on my Facebook Limerick-Off post.

To receive an email alert whenever I post a new Limerick-Off, please email Madkane@MadKane.com Subject: MadKane’s Newsletter. Thanks!

Limerick Ode To Claude Monet

Thursday, August 9th, 2012

Limerick Ode To Claude Monet
By Madeleine Begun Kane

A man with poor vision, Monet,
Had eyesight so weak, the display
Of the world that he saw
Was blurrily raw.
And that’s why he’s famous today.

(Inspired by DVersePoets’ request for impressionistic poetry.)

I’d hoped to write something that was actually impressionistic, but as you can see from this haiku, I was stymied:

Writing assignment–
dash off impressionism–
no clue how to start.

Update: I’ve just learned that Claude Monet was born on November 14, 1840. So happy birthday Claude Monet!