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Silverbullet wrote:Kotik, isn't the soul of limricks the fact they should be a little racy. Not down right dirty but risque and cute.

SB

Mine WAS risque if you use your imagination. What do you think TnT would be doing in the Sweet Spot, for Pete's sake? But it was deliberately written so that the risque-ness (I think I just invented a word) would go right over the heads of people who don't want to go there or are too young to understand. If you use foul language or synonyms/names for x-rated body parts you take away the challenge... and you go beyond a PG rating. What about this one?

The physically well-endowed Vulcan
Wore cat-suits on purpose; t'was her plan
To force him to notice
Her prominent bodice
And thus get a handle on her man.

Distracted wrote:A sweet southern charmer one day
Loved a Vulcan, and said he would stay.
In reply she first kissed him,
Then said how she'd missed him,
And they went to the Sweet Spot to play.

Can I say that this is sweet without losing my manly dignity? Absolutely love it

*bows* Why, thank you, kind sir.

Tales from engineering

Something didn't seem right,
Even though the work load was light.
With the coils overheating
He took quite a beating
But she kissed it all better at night

Nice. A story in limerick form.

Kotik wrote:Tales from engineering

Something didn't seem right,
Even though the work load was light.
With the coils overheating
He took quite a beating
But she kissed it all better at night

Okay now that's really cute.

I really wish I could do this but it's like haiku I stink at it. For me limerick's should be spoken not written. I remember my college English professor saying all poetry is meant to be spoken, that's why it's so hard to do. Of course the man was a published poet.

Unexpected:

There once was a Chief called Trip
Who went to an alien ship
Met a Girl all alone
They fingered a stone
Ends up preggers and don' even know it.

Doesn't quite scan, but it's very amusing. I have no idea how you manage to write poetry in a language other than your native tongue. I wouldn't want to attempt it.

I think the last line sounds a bit wonky when I read it out loud but I'm not sure how I'd fix it.

Distracted wrote:Doesn't quite scan, but it's very amusing. I have no idea how you manage to write poetry in a language other than your native tongue. I wouldn't want to attempt it.

I've spoken more english and russian than my own language for years. It's not that difficult. For the Limericks I have a certain "melody" in my head. All my ideas read with the same tune It's just aboot load 'o fun

Ok, according to multiple wishes of a single ol' man, here's one of the more racey variety

Pon Farr:

She's all randy, for sure
Phlox says there's no cure
So I gotta do her
Without a viewer
No time to go all demure.

My little attempt.

So, let me think ... forgot I anything?
A good food, with champagne, and, at end, pecan pie.
A sweet music for her ears, to make her of love die.
And, of course, light of candle.
How could I better handle?
________________________

Hopefully in his love madness
he procured an apt mattress.

WarpGirl wrote:I think the last line sounds a bit wonky when I read it out loud but I'm not sure how I'd fix it.

The reason it sounds funny is that the limerick rhyme scheme is aabba, which means the last line is supposed to rhyme with the first two and the third and fourth lines rhyme with each other. Also, the rhythm goes like this:
Ta-DA-da ta-DA-da ta-DA-da
Ta-DA-da ta-DA-da ta-DA-da
Ta-DA-da-ta-DA
Ta-DA-da-ta-DA
Ta-DA-da ta-DA-da ta-DA-da

See? Easy. Now you can go write one.

I know how it goes. I know Limericks... Here's a famous one...

There was an old fellow named Sydney
Who drank til he ruined a kidney
It shrivled and shrank
Still he drank and he drank
He sure had his fun with it didn't he

But I can't do poetry anymore. That muse died when I was a teen. She has yet to come back to life.

Kotik wrote:Tales from engineering

Something didn't seem right,
Even though the work load was light.
With the coils overheating
He took quite a beating
But she kissed it all better at night

Loved this one! Great last line.