Limericks are so playful and whimsical and done right, usually rather funny. My aim is to do quite the opposite. How did I do?
On Mondays I like to allow myself a little more freedom from the discipline of the more structured writing schedule that I have set for myself.
Last Monday I explored the idea of the inappropriate Haiku which you can read here.
Limericks are so playful and whimsical and done right, usually rather funny. My aim is to do quite the opposite. So, can the limerick be sad? Perhaps you’d like to leave your own in the comments?
A young lad I knew as a senior
he got cancer, I think ’twas leukaemia
the treatment it failed
he got thinner and paled
and then died and his wife got bulimia
My dad was a drunk and a cheat
every weekend my mother he beat
took her cash to do drugs
bringing home sluts and thugs
’till we all ended up on the street
First time we met how I tried
not to love, but I made her my bride
then the marriage it failed
when her sister I nailed
Took her life, overdose, suicide
My dog, my best friend always true
dedicated to me through and through
Drunk, I left the door wide
and she ran straight outside
got ran over and died now I’m blue
A chap that I know who loves choir
had to quit giving up his desire
he could not harmonise
when he lost both his eyes
and his tongue when he fell in a fire
I think I’ll stop there, I’m not sure that I’m trying hard enough to make them sad. Or maybe I should blame the limerick, either way I hope it’s not too inappropriate and I think it goes to show that even the most serious of subjects find some lightness in a limerick.
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