Posts Tagged ‘limerick’

Going Slow: Romantic IMprov Limerick

February 24, 2015

She said she wants to go slow/
I am okay with that, and so
I will take my time./
and write a few lines
until she is ready to go!
*(OR: until she is ready fo mo!)

Not Rhyming: Romantic IMprov Limerick

February 16, 2015

What does a creative guy have to do
to win the chance to go out with you?
Maybe not rhyme
all of the time?
Ok. I won’t! (That is, I’m through!)

The Fun Of Facebook Stalking: Romantic IMprov Limerick

February 10, 2015

Facebook stalking
with no return gawking
is not worth
the deep mirth
and late-night walking.

To The Poet Who Keeps Writing About A Woman He’s Not Marrying: Romantic IMprov Limerick

January 11, 2015

While I keep reading such words,/
I still find them slightly absurd:/
You’ve not taken her away!/
Shouldn’t emotions expressed this way/
be acted upon, and not just heard?

Plus this couplet:

(I’m not meaning to be critical. /
It just seems to be such a riddle.)

Feeling Funkified: Revolutionary ImproVerse Limerick

December 13, 2014

Why do I feel so funkified?/
Like the joy that lives within me, died?/
Is it just that I am overly tired?/
Or I got exhausted as I worked and perspired?/
Or would I feel better if I just emoted and cried?

Wit To Wit Quit: Revolutionary IMprov Limerick

December 9, 2014

You have proclaimed it:
We can stand, wit to wit.
But now, see my postings erased.
Such pained bantering is not my taste.
I apologize … and quit.

How To Shun Long Form Prostitution: Romantic IMprov Limerick

October 27, 2014

Oh, that Muse! Would that she/
would simply run away with me!/
We could together thus shun/
any hint of vile prostitution/
as we wrote each other poetry!/

Charming Limerick Fail: Romantic ConTEXTing Limerick

September 24, 2014

I once wrote a charming poem/
and used romance to drive the point home./
But once she had read it,/
I lived to regret it./
And, thus, I’m still home alone.

Little Gnocchi: Revolutionary ImproVerse Limerick

September 21, 2014

Gnocchi or Tortellini Italian goodness in NYC's Upper East Side
Little gnocchi* on my plate/
I can’t help it: You taste great!/
Now I’m sad that you are gone./
I wish I could eat another one./
Alas! I’ll have to wait.


Cabo Dream Invitation: Revolutionary IMprov Limerick

July 7, 2014

There once was a girl
whose teeth shown like pearls.
She begged me to go
with her down to Cabo!
That shared dream made my head whirl.