This past week has been especially amazing. I’ve found myself in the midst of a group of really talented writers that have invited me into their world – it’s such an honor for me.
I’ve gotten to be a guest blogger and participate in a fun writing duel – the amount of laughing I’ve done this week has been phenomenal. A lot of people don’t really appreciate the talent that goes into being flat out funny. Those that think being a ‘writer’ means doing ‘serious work’ are just deluding themselves. To me, making people laugh is where its at. Not to say that serious work doesn’t have its place – but humor is just as valid.
This post is dedicated a lot of those really funny people I’ve connected with but I have to give the biggest THANK YOU to Le Clown – he has been very generous – inviting me to be an active participant in his blog – how freaking cool is that?
So without further ado….
I know, I know – Haiku poems are all the rage. However, I decided that I’m more of a limerick gal, myself. So today’s post is like a clip show – I’ve put together some limericks that I’ve posted on other people’s blogs. They are compiled here for your reading pleasure.
Most of these have been posted on Le Clown’s blog….
There once was girl light and airy
with a streak decidedly contrary
she researches for money,
writes Haiku to be funny
and is of the opinion that clowns are quite scary.
(That’s me! That’s me!
above – not below)
Today when a furry stopped by,
I thought to myself be it femme or a guy?
The bulge that I saw
made me flee from the door
I’m sweating from fear as I cry.
The next set of limericks were mostly compiled from Haiku day over at Le Clown (A Clown on Fire)
There once was an ab with some hair
protruding from down under there
the neck muscles straining; the horror remaining
that clown needs to get him some Nair
This next one is in response to references to sci-fi metals from Xmen & Avatar movies…
These words move around in my mind
on these meanings I’m somewhat behind
I did not watch Xmen,
nor Avatar next, then
When it comes to these materials, I’m blind.
You wrote such a grand little rhyme,
about Poutine and Canucks that this time
Le Clown now your friend,
some Haiku you will bend
I bet you my very last dime.
This next exchange is btwn myself and another blogger who wrote a very clever texty-Haiku (that confused me)
I’m a Pop-Culture failure right here –
Please help me be abundantly clear
I have never done text,
those letters they vex
RTMR stands for what, oh my dear?
(Um – they stood for me…Rutabaga The Mercenary Researcher)
I stand here all red in the face
That posting I wish to erase
Sometimes I’m quiet dull,
my senses quite null
I biked 20 miles some place.
One alert reader noted that the title “Haikus are the lowest form of Puns” is inaccurate…
We try to ignore the overt
for Haiku to be pun is pervert
we laugh all the day,
we frolic and play
with words that we like to subvert
I love to write short little verse
most typically, it’s something perverse
but most of today,
was lightheart and gay
I need not write something to curse
There’s hands in the cupboards
There’s feet in the drawer
Much of this stuff you’d probably deplore
My job it does boast
Of parts sent from the post
I’m a mannequin dresser by 4.
Possibly my favorite
What lovely rhymes you did form
The cockles of my heart are now warm
Le Clown is much scary,
Debauched and quite hairy
But amusing from dusk until dawn
On a day in the park you did wed
with flowers and sausages and Converse you shed
the music was loud,
the family was proud
but no sex did you have in your bed
Madame W your prose is so fine
Like aged whiskey, pure water and wine
The clown dogs did frighten,
My stomach did tighten
Please don’t come to my town, I decline!
Can I twirl you limerick renown?
I’ll write it then get out of town
I like to make rhymes, but other times
Haiku is the form from Le Clown.