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Friday, January 24, 2014

Introduction to a Brief Series, Possibly:

Ride on a bike that has no sprocket,
And drink from a well that has no bucket.
A Tockless Tick.
A brand new Limerick
That does not say "Nantucket."

(Response from B. Wicket)
It isn't a limerick. Chuck it.
And maybe out there in the muck it
will remind versifiers
that this form requires
the use of at least one "Nantucket."            B.W.

A young whistleblower named Snowden,
concerned with what he was downloadin',
wound up on a flight
with a lone Samsonite
and no country for it to be stowed in.            Stan Beck

He was out in the rain with his kite,
on a stormy, tumultuous night,
I'm Ben Franklin he said,
and would get, even dead,
a great charge out of proving I'm right.       Jess Wright

(without Nantucket)
In Los Alamos men on a mission,
were harnessing nuclear fission,
A deterent, they said,
hanging over our head,
would help us to learn inhibition.           Merrill Lee Rowe

(with Nantucket)
An elderly chap from Nantucket
stuck butter knives into a socket,
his pacemaker freaked,
his blood pressure peaked,
and a pistol showed up in his pocket.       B. Wicket

1 comment:

  1. Send your original limericks to poetsrebrunswick@gmail.com for inclusion here... remembering we're a family site and and bawdy references must go over the heads of minors. Which I don't even know if that's possible anymore.

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