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Multiple Lines Per Player: A Limericks Special Edition
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Here's an experiment with the Limerick form. In this game (and this one only) it is permissible for players to contribute more than one line each to each limerick, just to see if we can increase the level of coherence in this much-loved form as practised in the Morniverse. Everything else is the same as normal... Take it away!
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[Chalky] Well done, never thought this attempt could be landed safely!
Just a reminder of where we started:
This ‘peri-mental Limerick form
Trying to find its steady-state norm,

Can't help but to flux,
And thus the game's crux -
To gain a safe harbor mid-storm.
How about a seasonal acrostic?

A
P
R
I
L

A Springtime
Pretty
Rosebuds
Incredible
Lovely

A Springtime night frost
Pretty ice crystals
Rosebuds withering
Incredible sad
Lovely white hoarfrost
A Springtime night frost on the lawn
Pretty ice crystals glist`ning at dawn
Rosebuds withering
Incredible sad
Lovely white hoarfrost
 (I had to use a `, because the \\\\\\\' still appears to be adding obliques and I wanted to indicate the scansion)
Is it my fault? Sorry.
- Kill, kill...this limerick I mean.
A Springtime night frost on the lawn
Pretty ice crystals glist`ning at dawn
Rosebuds withering sadly
Incredible sad, so badly
Lovely white hoarfrost, foregone.....
Suggesting another try starting with the end rhymes:
….better,
….wetter,
….got,
….spot,
….get her.
...lot better
...yacht wetter
...pantaloons got
embarrasing spot
...not get her.
...I felt a lot better
...employ a yacht wetter
When her pantaloons got
An embarrassing spot
...I just could not get her.
…anyone having a better (or wetter?) suggestion?
Prince Andrews statement after the Fastnet-race 1985 as he (still somewhat seasick and with a hammering hangover) met with Fergie in Cowes, Isle of Wight (I was there so I know):
Last night as I felt a lot better
I swore to employ a yacht wetter
When her pantaloons got
An embarrassing spot
I knew that I just could not get her

Back to basics, romantic setting, 'Red sails in the sunset...'
While sailing along in the breeze,
Wind steady and life is at ease,
As the sails bulge, I kiss her... Mills and Boone soppy limericks?
I whisper, "I miss yer"
She pukes and goes weak at the knees
I live as a modest young maid
Drink tea while I wait to get laid
And I'm hoping one night
FFS!
Not to be so uptight
With my saucy Aussie from Ad'laide
Dear Chalky, I think that you're mad,
offended, and that makes me sad,
Dear Marc, there's a rumour
You've no sense of humour
What's more - you're nowt but a lad :-)
I frequently eat Parma ham
With lashings of ketchup and jam
For dessert I partake
Of fried pumpkin and hake
No wonder I look like Saddam
I love a nice fragrant Thai dish
It's my very best favourite wish
To dine on Pad Thai
And sip on a Mai Tai
While savouring galangal fish
My armpits are starting to smell
My feet are quite rancid as well
My toes has turned lose
They're stuck in my shoes
I'm blaming this hot, humid spell
I'm off now to get my car mended
The bonnet has somehow got bended
The fog lights are smasht
My rear fender is gashed
All thanks to my being rear-ended
If I had more money, and time
I would give greater thought to this rhyme
As it turns out I don't
And so therefore I won't
Try to do more than dash off this line.
As darkness slides down o'er the hills
I set up my illegal stills
The moonshine I make
I ship over the lake
And sell by the old disused mills.
We need to be true to the cause
And do duty without any pause
Nor thought of the self
Or of grasping for pelf
Let us march to the drumbeat of wars!
Last night he went out to hunt beaver
Just armed with a dreadful meat cleaver
He arrived home today
In complete disarray
Empty-handed and singin' 'Night Fever' .. like you do
Tomorrow the clouds will obscure
My view of the glorious Ruhr
For I am so high
On Cloud 9 in the sky
I won't see anything- that's for sure
I'm spending the night in a tent
In a farmer's field just outside Ghent
I plan to make sure
I get his best manure -
My euros on cr*p won't be spent.
Apols all
Take it from me - he's a cad!
He tells as it is – I’m so glad!
About flowers and bees
(Taught me spreading my knees)
So thankful I am - he's my dad!
In China they have rice with noodles,
Grilled rats and occasion’ly poodles
In Botswana it's lizards
Served with roast ostrich gizzards
Fish and chips? Oh relief! Give me oodles!
The loaf that I wear on my head
Shows I'm clever and also well-bread
There's just no disputin'
My chapeau-plus-gluten
What's more, I'm exceedin' well-fed - [Jux - lovely!]
One don't have a clue 'bout the poor - invoking toffdom for another rind
I just shoo 'em from my door
I tell 'em "Eat Cake"
Appear on Rikki Lake
Saying "Chalky wouldn't gie us no more" invoking commonisms
It's these multiple lines that I dread
Nothing funny takes shape in my head
It’s OK, lim’rick friend,
Let us wait for the end
And find out what someone else said
In this one I need just one line
I get two and that suits me just fine
So I'll give it a go
And then it's my throw
So the fifth line - (the pay-off) - is mine.
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