Limerick

His Curses Sting
I know an old man with Tourette's Who swears every chance that he gets If you look at him funny I'll wager lotsa money His curses sting worse than lost bets!
By John Cox12 months ago in Poets
A Dreaming of Hitting It Big Classic Art Meme Limerick
How does one become unexpectedly rich? Someone, maybe a rich relative who’s ass you’ve been kissing for years, dies and leaves you money? You might have a misguided sense of entitlement that this could happen. And imagine your disappointment when you discover that Aunt Lilly left a million bucks to an animal rescue shelter and all that you got was a $5 McDonald’s gift card. I am pretty sure that the way most people think they are going to become unexpectedly rich is by winning the lottery. Yes, someone has to win…but I am also pretty sure that there’s a better chance that you’ll grow wings and fly before you win the lottery. That said…you can’t win if you don’t play!
By Joel Kravitz The Limerick Guy12 months ago in Poets
The Slaughter of Innocence. Content Warning.
Grieving through the breathing crevices of my mourning soul, I propelled through piercing glances of the ones who chose to score their goal.
By Hridya Sharma12 months ago in Poets
Impaled
Impaled I inhale the pain Watch the blood rain As I pull your knife from my back For the heresy But now they listen to me
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
Eternal Coals
Through short lived days and moonlit skies,In stolen looks and mollified sighs,A fire was ignited, unfaltering and true,An ash gleaming, shinning as unused.
By Mr Ali12 months ago in Poets
Wizard blizzard
I once met a wizard, quite charming, His warm, friendly smile so disarming. On the carpet we waltzed, Either side of the hall,
By Raymond G. Taylor12 months ago in Poets
Geoffrey Chaucer (c. 1343–1400, England) – The Canterbury Tales
The Frame Narrative The story begins with a prologue in which Chaucer introduces the setting: a group of 29 pilgrims gather at the Tabard Inn in Southwark, near London, preparing for their pilgrimage to Canterbury. The host of the inn, Harry Bailey, suggests that to pass the time, each pilgrim should tell two tales on the way to Canterbury and two on the way back. The best storyteller will receive a free meal upon their return, paid for by the other pilgrims.
By Mr Ali12 months ago in Poets
Ocean Vuong: A Poetic Voice of Intimacy, Loss, and Resilience
Early Life and Influences Born in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam, in 1988, Vuong immigrated to the United States with his family as a child. His upbringing in a working-class immigrant household in Hartford, Connecticut, played a crucial role in shaping his literary voice. Growing up, he was drawn to storytelling, especially as a way to bridge the cultural and linguistic gaps between himself and the world around him. He learned English at a later age, and this delayed acquisition of language informs much of his work, particularly his fascination with words, their meanings, and their limitations.
By Mr Ali12 months ago in Poets
Nantucket fish bucket
There was an old man from Nantucket Who liked to keep fish in a bucket. He kept carp and trout, And a pike that could pout,
By Raymond G. Taylor12 months ago in Poets
The Jokes on me 😆
I once told a joke that was corny. I laughed all night with Sigourney. So hard that we puked, All over my suit I still wore it to work in the morning.
By Lamar Wiggins12 months ago in Poets
Cat jack-insane
There once was a cat named Sprinkles, Who wore tiny hats with wrinkles. She danced in the rain, With moves so profane,
By Karun 12 months ago in Poets
Love this Country. Content Warning.
The history of our land has not always been grand Since Christopher Columbus wrecked the land Then called it’s natives, outside of their name
By Cadma12 months ago in Poets