When the train stopped one hot afternoon Adlestrop, I remember. 'Twas June. Hay and meadowsweet, dry. Scarce a cloud in the sky. While the birds of two shires sang their tune.
[Chalky] That was one of the several poems I was supposed to study for O-Level Eng. Lit. I managed a B, thanks to reading Lord of the Flies about 6 times, and Midsummer Night's Dream not being too dreary. I didn't like poetry then and, to be honest, I'm none too keen now, with a handful of exceptions. But I hated Adlestrop. Perhaps my English teacher (Mr Collins, a moron) would be pleased with my work at last :)
[CdM] Hidden textOn reflection, I don't think I've ever seen a book of great works reduced to a Limerick abstract. Might I venture Limeriture, Limarature , Limericture or Literick as a working title?
[Phil, pen] Well, the best example I know is by Wendy Cope.Hidden textQuite what Wendy Cope is doing on a Best American Poetry< site is a mystery to me On the other hand, she required five limericks for a single work, so we are clearly five times as good.
Also, I should note that while Phil, I and particularly Raak have been the most prolific on this theme, Kim supplied a nice entry as well, and there might be others I am forgetting.
On a topical note: We all know that roses are red, And violets are blue, it is said. But this lovesick old rogue Thinks like Kylie Minogue And I can't get you out of my head
Reposting from MCiOS's "HULK NEGOTIATE!": What a wonderful verse form is this! Sonneteers can all go take a piss! Short, merry, and sweet And as fast as bird's tweet With my lady it surely can't miss!
My wife is a Lady, I think, Cause her knickers are narrow, and pink On the rim there is lace, On the bottoms a trace, Of the finest of beaver and mink.