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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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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.
I really can't think of a line
That will start off a lim'rick divine
So instead, this'll do
It's over to you
To end in a way that will shine.
Today is a good day to die!
Said the spider who'd captured a fly
Now kindly keep still
And make up your will
While I make a bluebottle-pie
The old lady who swallowed a fly
Washed it down with a cupful of chai
She swallowed the spider
And chased it with cider
The question remains - will she die?
Sojourning awhile in The Hague
I noticed a doorway marked "Plague"
Upon opening I
Found Dutch apple pie
But the connection with plague was quite vague
We left Frances-Bay with the tide,
Two ships in the dawn side by side
But while leaving the port
We found we were short
Of the captain - poor bugger had died.
So we steered a course by the stars
All brave men with swords, most with scars
At the helm boatswain Luke
Being seasick, did puke
O'er the strapping Swede helmsman named Lars.
They sailed but got lost and they stranded
And none of them knew where they’d landed [irach] How did you know my name and part-time occupation? A correction though, I’m not strapping - just well hung (o’r the rail of the yacht when I’m seasick at least)
They'd steered so far right
Home was just back in sight
Their horizons weren't greatly expanded
On that island they thought they'd see Crusoe
But the one they ran into was Clouseau
Who had stranded last year
And he said: “Have no fear”,
"Ay 'av nevar 'ad rezon to rue so."
With multiple lines writ per player
Our wit throve on different air
But this game is now done
And should give way to one
That is new: to hang on were unfair.
*shouts, screams generally goes wild for Raak*
Yes, quite.
This was a nice game and the basic idea was good, most contributors seemed to like it as well. The odd diversions such as starting all five lines in parallel either way was not always a success and may need some time to find a more steady approach. See you out there in the next couple of MANDATORY (!) limerick games...
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