Make Limericks of Famous Poems!

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I was looking for something else, and found a site where people make a limerick of a famous poem:

http://www.metafilter.com/63163/There-once-was-a-girl-named-Lenore

Here are a couple of examples from there:

Dover Beach

One night on a walk by the shore,
Arnold heard something odd in the roar.
This set him to bleating
That Faith was retreating,
And that nothing was nice any more.
posted by Abiezer

Dulce et Decorum Est

The death of a comrade from gas,
Led young Owen to cry out, "Alas,
this is nasty and gory,
there's nothing of glory,
and Horace talked out of his ass."
posted by Abiezer

Dulce et decorum's the story,
So they say viz pro patria mori.
But the gas and the fumbling
And the froth and the stumbling
Rather robs a young man of his glory.

and, of course, The Raven

Nevermore nevermore nevermore
Nevermore nevermore nevermore
Nevermore nevermore
Nevermore nevermore
Nevermore nevermore nevermore

We can do that!!!!!

Here is a thread to make a limerick from a famous poem.

I'm thinking.....

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[+3] - Debacle - 06/24/2009Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in rain. Though either way seems rather dire, I'd rather drown than be on fire. I've seen fire and I've seen rain; I've seen sunny days that I...

He wandered alone as a cloud
And then saw a glorious crowd
Of cute yellow flow'rs
Was happy for hours,
Then made up a poem...he's proud!

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Lenore

Poor Poe loved a lass named Lenore.
When she died he was awfully sore,
Cursed all those around
Where she lay on the ground,
But then..."She's in Heaven!" he swore.

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'Twas the night before Christmas,
When all through the gaff
She wandered with vodka and tizer
She hung up her hose
and reclin-ed her pose
So some red nosed bloke could surprise her

Her kids were a-kip in the attic
Of sugar plums they would be dreaming
So she plumped up her pillow
Let her negligee billow
And hoped they'd sleep right through her screaming

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La Belle Dame Sans Merci

There once was a loitering knight
Who'd just had a very bad fright
A sweet lass from hell
Put him under a spell
Or maybe he was high as a kite!

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Doowop wrote:

'Twas the night before Christmas,
When all through the gaff
She wandered with vodka and tizer
She hung up her hose
and reclin-ed her pose
So some red nosed bloke could surprise her

Her kids were a-kip in the attic
Of sugar plums they would be dreaming
So she plumped up her pillow
Let her negligee billow
And hoped they'd sleep right through her screaming

On the lawn, a noise did ensue
So she gazed out enroute to the loo
The snow it was white
In the cold moonlit night
And it took her mind right off her poo

There on her back lawn were some deer
With a fat guy who looked in good cheer
"It must be Saint Nick
But I 'ope he comes quick
As I'm cold in this 'naughty elf' gear!"

He called to the dear one by one
And quick as a flash they did come
They all were called Hermann
Or something in German
So she looked on whilst scratching her bum.

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Paul Bunyan

by a Banyan Tree

ner' thought I would ever see

a man as big as a Banyan Tree

til' one day I chanced to see

Paul Bunyan wearing a bird's nest fern

Nestled in his hair.

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Half a league, half a league they head
All for the valley of death rode the six hundred
Forward the light brigade runs
they yelled, charge for the guns,
Into the valley of death rode the six hundred

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Walt Whitman:

O captain, my captain, rise up if you have the balls
Rise up because mine, right now, falls
Girls are there waiting for you
It's my guess they want to screw
Hurry, please, before the arriving of the Gauls.

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Crikey!

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A jocund young swagman of Oz
Encamped by a billabong was,
Saw a jumback and grabbed,
Said the squatter "you're nabbed"
So he jumped in the pond, just because.

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Doowop wrote:

Doowop wrote:
'Twas the night before Christmas,
When all through the gaff
She wandered with vodka and tizer
She hung up her hose
and reclin-ed her pose
So some red nosed bloke could surprise her

Her kids were a-kip in the attic
Of sugar plums they would be dreaming
So she plumped up her pillow
Let her negligee billow
And hoped they'd sleep right through her screaming

On the lawn, a noise did ensue
So she gazed out enroute to the loo
The snow it was white
In the cold moonlit night
And it took her mind right off her poo

There on her back lawn were some deer
With a fat guy who looked in good cheer
"It must be Saint Nick
But I 'ope he comes quick
As I'm cold in this 'naughty elf' gear!"

He called to the dear one by one
And quick as a flash they did come
They all were called Hermann
Or something in German
So she looked on whilst scratching her bum.

Then, off they all flew, to her roof
She then heard the clip clop of a hoof
Down her stack he did flounder
The agile old bounder
Then fell into the grate with an "OOF"

He handled her stockings with pleasure
And, when filled with his own private treasure
Smiled at her, tapped his nose
Up the chimney then rose
And flew off for a year full of leisure.

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Wordsworth ( "I wandered lonely as a cloud) , not exactly a limerick, but more in the style of "The boy stood on the burning deck".

This is what he might have written if he were in a bit of a hurry.

I strolled about a bit, all on my own
The springtime rain was lashing
I saw a load of yellow flowers
Which were really rather smashing.

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A road in a wood leafed in yellow
Forked and befuddled this fellow
The problem unraveled
I took the less traveled
And that's why I seem mild and mellow

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In Xanadu a stately pleasure dome
Kubulai decided to call to call home
The flashing eyed young man
Searched in vain for the can
And finally just peed in the loam.

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Tiger, tiger, you burn in the jungle.
Who could make you with nary a bungle?
What hands made those paws
Which end in such claws
As make all other beasties say "Ungle"?

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Excellent idea, dlowan!

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A question popped into my head:
Would I put a summer's day in your stead?
Despite its great gains
The truth still remains:
You can't take a summer's day into bed.

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littlek wrote:

Excellent idea, dlowan!

Limerick of a famous pome, please Li'l k.

'Tis the price of admission to the thread!

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