blather
the_limerick_game
Doar how does that go neesh? 050720
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neesh well you just take it in turns to write lines, fitting the rhyme chosen by the first line.

so...

there was once a young dying rose,

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Doar who got hit in the face with a hose, 050720
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andru235 with a 'whap' and a 'wham', 050720
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pronounced: lay gao it got covered in spam 050720
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Doar and put on a hit broadway musical called 'pose'.

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pete what are the limerick syllable rules again? 050721
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andru235 da DA da da DA da da DA
da DA da da DA da da DA
li LI li li LI
li LI li li LI
da DA da da DA da da DA 		050721
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Doar yeah i broke them.

:(

let's start over.

*didn't say he was good at anything* 		050721
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stork daddy with his pants down he tripped along 050721
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neesh and he sang himself a jolly song 050721
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stork daddy but terms of parole 050721
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neesh they stole his soul 050721
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stork daddy but they couldn't keep down his dong 050721
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neesh beautiful :)

what i love about this game is there's no winners or losers, it's silly simple fun. best played with friends using other friends' names, i find. there's a way to get some good limericks out. 		050721
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stork daddy there once was a beauty named neesh. 050721
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lay gao whose skin had a glow like a peach 050721
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stork daddy not one on this site 050721
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Earl Between Black and White wouldn't love just one night 050721
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andru235 to just sit there and watch [her?] eat quiche 050721
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Death of a Rose there once was a daddy named stork 050722
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kelc who had an obsession with plastic forks 050722
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whitechocolatewalrus [andru235, i believe neesh is a he]

his obsession caused him to eat and eat and eat 		050722
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kelc why did i put plastic??? 050722
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andru235 when reading from yeats he'd eat wheat and meat

[neesh: excuse me. apparently i stereotype men's skin as being unable to 'glows like peaches'.] 		050722
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neesh he once accidentally ate cork.

(and i'm not massively concerned about my notional sex on blather, i'm thinking of trying cross-dressing as it happens)

there once was a death of a rose 		050723
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neesh (d'oh, memory loss central here, i've already done rose. oh well,

there once was a death of a rose,
whose tragedy goes beyond prose,
he picked up a knife,
and fought back at life,
and how he copes quite nobody knows.)

there once was an artist called nom

(i hope i haven't already done this one too) 		050723
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stork daddy she was david and absalom 050723
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Doar and while quite confusing 050725
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Doar is still shmooozing 050725
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walrie we realized her hair is made of foam 050725
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Death of a Rose there once was the mystery of a tree, 050726
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pete whose roots grew so all could see 050726
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DannyH The boughs spread so wide 050726
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REAListic optimIST they commanded the tide 050726
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Doar Isnt Good At Limericks kindling a rebirth of the free 050727
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REAListic optimIST There once was an endless desire 050727
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kelc to light the world on fire 050727
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spilt_milk that burned brighter than dead fire 050727
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REAListic optimIST and spelled with an ell
Burning hotter than hell 		050727
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dafremen But then so were the clothes in her dryer. 050727
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REAListic optimIST Pen in hand, scribbling away, she took notes. "Tell me about your job," she requested.

Grandmother wanted to know what to tell her friends and family when they asked how I was doing and what I was doing with my life. I had told her before, but she never could remember.

I talked about going door to door and convincing people that they should engage with the political process because if they only vote every four years, then they are letting corporate and special interest lobbies have more say than they do about whether companies should be responsible for contaminating municipal watersheds and urban air quality to the point that people come down with cancers.

I know that hit a touchy subject because my father, her son, died of leukemia at age 27, as hundreds of youngsters his age did in this small industrial town in the middle of Iowa.

"I'm surprised people open their doors to you," she said. "They ought to be scared. They don't know if you are a thief or a murderer."

"People trust me because I am genuine and open. They need only look into my eyes to know my intent is pure," I replied.

"Well, I wouldn't talk to some stranger at my door."

"I've always considered you to be a woman who works to walk in the light. You appear to me to be a devout Christian. So it begs the question: What would Jesus do?"

"I would never get to the point of asking myself that," she answered quickly. "I would be too scared to even consider it."

"That's exactly the kind of fear that I hope to break through in the course of my work. If we can't even show the kindness necessary to hear out ninety seconds of what someone who has taken the courage and trouble to knock on our door just to tell us something, then perhaps the walls we've built between each other are too high to surmount and need to be taken down a notch. How can we love thy neighbor if we are scared of our neighbor," I asked, pleading for a crack in the wall.

"That's just the way the world is," came the steel cold answer.

"That's how you choose to percieve it," I quipped, and let the subject drop to continue the interview about what it was exactly that I did for a living. 		050727
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REAListic optimIST crap, forgot to change the title. sorry guys. 050727
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andru235 drat? nah, we've all mis-blathed from bleary-eyes. (...) 050728
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Death of a Rose there once was a hellion named daxle 050728
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Dafremen Witty poster-child for Paxil : ) 050728
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Death of a Rose Whoi ranted and raved,
Panted and shaved, 		050728
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Moron "Who" 050728
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Doar and broke a blatherer named Grendel 050802
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Doar there once was a bird that was mad 050806
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neesh and has never been called a cad, 050817
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Strideo he sat down one day
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Doar by soloman's bay, 050817
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Strideo and said "This is the best fish I've had."
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Doar there once was a whitechocolatewalrus 050818
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Strideo who spoke in an effort to stall us
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Doar with a plan she had formed, 050819
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neesh to her we all warmed 050819
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nim a lovely animal named Dalorus 050819
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Doar there once was a strideo 050819
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Strideo who smiled and said "hidy ho!"
*grin*
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Death of a Rose he always did talk
about the uses of chalk 		050914
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stork daddy captured not by video. 050914
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neesh there once was a young wild monkey 051005
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andru235 who would dance, dance, dance, o so FUNKY! 051010
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minnesota_chris but strutting his stuff
was never enough 		051011
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andru235 so he became a solipsistic vikadin junky 051011
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ferret a girl had a stump for a leg 051011
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andru235 and for her to fuck them all the straight men would beg 051014
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minnesota_chris "so he became a solipsistic vikadin junky"??

that's terrible. You have to learn meter. 		051014
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andru235 i shall take note, following your gracious display of virtuousness, and henceforth remember that the limerick-game is not a game at all, for it is a competition or something, with you as the arbiter of tastes. 8]

that there is to be no whimsy, no grace, no jocularity, nor personal license, i have duly noted. although my policy has generally been to overlook the stylistic differences embraced by other blathers, ignoring stuff when offensive, i shall reconsider this, having learned from your munificent example showing that artistic differences should be expressed in the form of an unconstructive and disdainful criticism, attached to an insult. ☺

i know from your other criticisms of my blathing that my blathes have been a terrible waste of your precious, precious time, and i empathize with your apparent inabilities to simply ignore them or - if you must criticize - offer such criticisms with a friendly hint clothed in benefaction. "lead by example," they say, and as of this blathe i am now apparently your verbose follower, a follower whose meter appalls and prolixity disgusts. :D

oh, you were only joking? oh...heh heh...me too... ☻

excuse us, and may we now continue limericking....

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ferret: "a girl had a stump for a leg"

me: "and for her to fuck them, all the straight men would beg"

me: "cooed the girl to one suitor:"

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minnesota_chris you suit my dear cooter 051026
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Death of a Rose and then we took you down a peg.


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minnesota_chris once on a fine summer night 051129
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andru235 we frolicked; we swam in the bight 051129
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Little Blue Notes but then a kid came
and called us lame, 		051207
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andru235 at which point we grew wings and learned flight 051207
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REAListic optimIST There once was a charged particle 051207
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andru235 that stank like a sulfur farticle 051220
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Doar it spun and it spun, 060410
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poet and when it was done 060410
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aijuswannasing Its final velocity was quite remarkable! 060411
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poet there once was an evil baboon 060412
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Doar who could not help but swoon, 060412
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aijuswannasing He'd wink and smirk 060417
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oren And if that didn't work 060417
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poet he'd anally insert a spoon 060418
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TROUBLESUM and excert it out of her poon 060418
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aijuswannasing ... i think we got an extra line in on that one above....


ah well.. lol 		060418
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poet accordion man sat at home 060418
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aijuswannasing Pumpin' out some funky tones 060420
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e_o_i the notes were all wrong 060421
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aijuswannasing He had messed up the song 060422
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aijuswannasing so decided to take up the trombone 060422
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Doar a poet sat at his desk, 060522
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poet and was feeling especially grotesque 060522
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derrikk while he twisted a phrase, 060523
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Doar he seemed to amaze, 060523
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poet how his poem was both odd and burlesque 060525
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Death of a Rose .

there once was a dafremen, 		060621
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the awful truth from Norway,
who procalaimed every friday a "whore day." 		060621
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"The" Man Yet the Friday before last,
I heard he was quite chaste! 		070710
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Doar it was once a day, 100920
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Doar I knew a girl from Belfast, 121126
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Doar I knew a girl from Belfast, 121126
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DannyH Who subsisted entirely on Buckfast 121204
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Jeffrey the Poet She got so tonic wine daft 121204
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qwerty the pig That when she played Minecraft 121204
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DannyH She thought she was pulling the Helghast. 121204
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REAListic optimIST There once was a sad little cow 121204
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Doar that stood by the side of the field, 121204
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REAListic optimIST digesting ex-lax
with 4 stomach sacks 		121206
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Doar red bird, red bird please fly fast, 121207
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REAListic optimIST OK, Doar. I really want to play this game with you, but it's not as much fun when the rhyme and meter rules aren't followed, so I thought I'd try to explain it a little better.

Lines 1, 2, and 5 rhyme, have 8 syllables, and have the 2nd, 5th, and 8th syllables stressed. Lines 4 and 5 also rhyme, have 5 syllables, and stress the 2nd and 5th syllables.

I hope that explanation helps, cuz it will be fun to play the limerick game with you and anyone else who wants to play. I've cut and pasted the rhyme, meter, and stress scheme for reference:

da DA da da DA da da DA
da DA da da DA da da DA
li LI li li LI
li LI li li LI
da DA da da DA da da DA 		121209
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REAListic optimIST There was a red bird who flew fast
Afraid of finishing in last 		121210
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epitome of incomprehensibility His rhythm was flawed
Though not quite outlawed 		121211
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REAListic optimIST His style could not be surpassed.



(It's true eoi, the meter of my second line was crap!) 		121212
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REAListic optimIST His style, it could not be surpassed.


(I needed an extra syllable in there I think.) 		121212
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e_o_i Sorry RO! I wasn't criticizing you, just vaguely alluding to the previous debate about accuracy vs. leniency in rhythm rules.

OK, limerick... limerick...

A turkey escaped from a farm... 		130108
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in a silent way with nothing to aid him but charm 130108
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REAListic optimIST He wooed business men 130109
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in a silent way and shacked up with a hen 130109
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Jeffrey the Poet Whose thanksgiving plans caused some alarm. 130109
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in a silent way that last line really tied it together nicely. well done. well done, i say. 130109
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