Perpetual Limerick (:3=

oops

I am sorry for the confusion, Spend......the last line in my previous post is indeed in parenthesis and has nothing to do with the continuance of this limerick.

At first, I felt the one here out of line....but....upon re-reading your response, what do you mean by, "isn't reasonable to expect resisdents of Ohio......" Just want to make sure before any offense is taken.

Having studied the limerick for many years and being one of my favorite, structured and metred forms of poetry, I really do understand the rhythm and rhyming of a limerick. Also, I have only lived in Ohio for two years....I have lived in many of the USA states and two countries abroad....I really do not claim any residence other than Earth.

The final line of my previous post here was not intended to be the next line......the next line to the limerick should be the fifth line of the four lines I wrote for the limerick.

sorry for any confusion I may have caused...

Don't worry about it mate.

I was only having a bit of fun.The last thing on my mind is to cause offence.I'm sure Ohio is as good a place as anywhere else.It's English footie hooligan culture I was dabbling in.We fight the opposition during the match and we kiss 'em in the cells.It's daft I know but it's not as daft as garden centres.

Now I am LMBOLOL.....figure that one out mate.

I really took no offense as long as none was delivered.

I love daft battles....but please tell me about the garden centres. (grin)

just in case we have diverted the path of this limerick.......here are the last four lines of the limerick:

What a wonderful day this has been
The sun came up this morning, again
Sipping on coffee and cream
Tasting the lingering dream

Then the fan and the shite and the pain.

If you live in the land of Siam
You might not have tasted much jam.

You're kidding about laughing your bollocks off I hope.I wouldn't wish that on anybody.

If you live in the land of Siam
You might not have tasted much jam
While playing in the seashore
Resort at Siam Bayshore
Not so in the mountains of Annam

Live in the lands, play in the dreams



(I wouldnt mind it all, laughter is good for the soul and besides....I have enough to afford laughing some of it off...if only that would really work, I could forego the trips to the gym)

Live in the Lands, play in the dreams
Conscience expands, stretches the seams

Live in the Lands, play in the dreams
Conscience expands, stretches the seams
Until the threads break
and new chances we take

Live in the Lands, play in the dreams
Conscience expands, stretches the seams
Until the threads break
and new chances we take
in an effort to find what life means



Iknew a man, he was mouthy

I knew a man, he was mouthy
Everyone called him Alfie
Whats it all about
I heard him shout

I knew a man, he was mouthy
Everyone called him Alfie
Whats it all about
I heard him shout
Almost as loud as Robert Southey

Now I read another before me

Now I read another before me
Of greed, suffer and stories
So riddled with despair
and so little did they care
about the needs of fickle courtney

Pickled and watery, tom the drunk

Pickled and watery, tom the drunk
Into the deepest denial sunk

Pickled and watery, tom the drunk
Into the deepest denial sunk.
"I can take it or leave it
Or sometimes heave it,"
Said he. But he stunk like a skunk.

There was a young man named Chester

Pickled and watery, tom the drunk
Into the deepest denial sunk.
"I can take it or leave it
Or sometimes heave it,"
Said he. But he stunk like a skunk.




There was a young man named Chester
who allowed his envy to fester...

There was a young man named Chester
Who allowed his envy to fester
Until he turned bright green
Lusting for all he had seen
He looked like the court's jester

There was a joung lady named Alice

There was a joung lady named Alice
Of who I thought of without malice

There once was a joung lady named Alice
Of who I thought of without malice
She sipped from a crystal chalice
Slept in a golden palace
Work in play she couldn't balance

Welcome to A2K and to this thread, Lythicgod. With all due respect, however, what you have written is not a limerick. It's a quintain, plain and simple. This is the rhyme scheme for a limerick:

There once was a young lady named Alice
Of whom I thought without malice
Until one fine day
In the month of May
She cheated me out of my palace.

(Poor, I know, but just an example.)

A storm by the name of Katrina