Thursday, April 12, 2012

A Limerick, A Limerick, A Limerick!!

Here's another poetry form for April' "Poetry Month" ~ Have fun!!

A Limerick is a rhymed humorous or nonsense poem of five lines which originated in Limerick, Ireland. The most commonly heard first line of a limerick starts with: "There once was a man from ___________."

The Man From Aruba
There once was a man from Aruba,
Whose favorite hobby was scuba.
Every day he would wish,
He could spear a big fish.
But settled instead for canned tuna.         
                         © 2005 Jim Dupy

The Limerick has a set rhyming scheme of: A-A-B-B-A (meaning lines ENDING in “A” must rhyme with each other and lines ENDING in “B” must rhyme with each other) and with a syllable pattern of: 9-9-6-6-9. OR, perhaps more common is: 8-8-5-5-8. (See details per line below) and some limericks even mix it up a little.

Line 1 – “a” – 8 or 9 syllables
Line 2 – “a” – 8 or 9 syllables
Line 3 – “b” – 5 or 6 syllables
Line 4 – “b” – 5 or 6 syllables
Line 5 – “a” – 8 or 9 syllables

Here is a rather famous limerick with the pattern "sounded out" underneath each line (written in blue) ~ the number of "DUMS" is the important part ~ also notice the rhyming pattern A-A-B-B-A:

There was an old man from Peru, (A)
da DUM da da DUM da da DUM (3 DUMS)
who dreamed he was eating his shoe. (A)
da DUM da da DUM da da DUM (3 DUMS)
He awoke in the night (B)
da DUM da da DUM (2 DUMS)
with a terrible fright, (B)
da da DUM da da DUM (2 DUMS)
and found out that it was quite true. (A)
da DUM da da DUM da da DUM (3 DUMS)

It’s rather “sing-songy” so just play around with it and then check to be sure the correct lines end in rhymes and that you have the correct number of syllables. It’s tricky, but very fun!!

Here you can see me PLOTTING out my new little limerick:
Six-year-old granddaughter, Taylor,
da DUM da da DUM da da DUM
Amazing piano player.
da DUM da da DUM da da DUM
A song she will hear
da DUM da da DUM                    
Then play it by ear,
da DUM da da DUM
So pretty, I’ll have to pay her!
da DUM da da DUM da da DUM

Here is the finished version: 

The Piano Player 
Six-year-old granddaughter, Taylor,
Amazing piano player.
A song she will hear               
Then play it by ear,
So pretty, I’ll have to pay her!

                        © 2012 Stephanie Abney

And,  here’s the one I wrote last year:

The Poetry Fest
Stephanie had a poetry fest
Encouraging friends to do their best
“Write a poem each day,
I’ll show you the way.”
“At the end of the month we will rest!

                       © 2011 Stephanie Abney


Heidi L. Murphy said...

Those peepers sit there in my basket
All neon-y yellow and pink
They're sugar and spice
But they do not taste nice
I'll keep them around 'til they shrink

The chocolate's a whole other story
I'd eat it for breakfast and lunch
But the trouble with that
Is it makes me so fat
That I put it all back with the bunch.

Mary L Walling said...

Here's my try
There once was a lady from Naples
Who sat for hours at her table
With pen in her hand
And paper so grand
Trying to write a good fable.

Okay Heidi, here goes.

I too have a set of peepers
They do not chirp or tweeter
Make you fat or taste nice
But with a wink can entice
And when they're tired go to sleep

Anonymous said...

Here's one for you dear friend.

Stephanie's my wonderful friend.
I'll love her clear to the end.
Our friendship is sweet
It's always a treat
And so this sweet message I'll send.

Bless you Stephanie, you brought out more creativity. Love Sheri

Erica said...

We woman all sit here and weep
Though no one hears that particular peep
In this man’s grey world we’re eternally lost
Because war and destruction comes at too high a cost
Darkness and hate seek to blind
To many a' loving and sweet boy’s mind

Erica :)

Stephanie Abney said...

These are all GREAT!! Thanks, ladies! And thank you for the sweet one about me, Sheri ~ love you!! Miss you!!

I hope others are participating even if they are too shy to post them here. You guys are awesome!! Cheers!!

Vicki said...

It's kind of silly, but here it is:
There once was a dog from the city, who's friend was a sweet little kitty,
They went shopping all day
in the malls and would stray,
to the stores that were happy and pretty.