Blue-footed boobies

Hey there GBD!  Thanks for all of your participation with the past few assignments.  But life is catching up with me GBD.  I’ve got too many things to do, so this is going to be the last writing assignment from me.  But have no fear!  We wouldn’t leave you writers out there in the cold like that. 

Right after this post, I’m going to introduce you to the fantastic Kailin, aka Auntie Kailin, aka sparklesoup.  In the meantime, for this assignment, I thought it would be fun to write limericks.

A limerick is a five-line poem with a distinctive structure, rhythm, and rhyming pattern.  If you say the two limericks below out loud, you’ll hear an example of the type of rhythm and rhyme that makes limericks unique.  They’re usually meant to be funny and often incorporate wordplay.  So give it a try!  You can read more examples of limericks here for inspiration.

Here is an example of a famous limerick, written by an anonymous person:

A flea and a fly in a flue

Were caught, so what could they do?

Said the fly, “Let us flee.”

“Let us fly,” said the flea.

So they flew through a flaw in the flue.

And here is mine:

Two blue-footed boobies from Booth

blew booty on newbie blue boots.

Said the blue-footed boobies,

"We do love these booties.

They're blue, and they're beauties to boot."

This time you can post your poems in comments instead of sending them to me because I won’t be putting up another writing post after this one.  But the internet should still be able to bear witness to your genius!  So write away!

Here are the submissions from the last assignment, which was to incorporate an old saying into your poem or prose:

A climate in trouble, pushed to capacity

A population dismay their ecomony woes

 

But young earthlings must push through and persevere,

as Little Drops make the Mighty Ocean

 

One small feat brings closer the goalpost

Where eventually the two shall meet

In a peaceful, serene, enchanting forest

 

From Spring’s bloom to Summer’s Glare; Autumn’s breath to Winter’s sparkle

Each its own cycle and each its own graceful exit.

- Emma-Lu

I’ve heard it said

Time is money

how cruel an expression

to simplify what a moment can hold

into the material obsessions

 

Time is that sunday afternoon

you spent lying in bed

next to him

while soft light

poured in

through parted curtains

 

Time

is how quickly things can change

it is clinging to a friend 

one minute

at graduation

the next

sitting at her funeral

as the pain 

traces patterns

down your cheeks

Time is always wishing you had more

 

Time is not monetary

how could anything

so precious

hold so little value

- Megan L

Awesome poems guys!  Thank you for sharing them with us!

I will introduce y’all to Kailin next.