Autumn Interrupts
I just remember i wrote it because someone, i forget who, said that the limerick as a form was necessarily a joke and couldn't be made scary.
There once was a fox from Lansing
This is a short pseudo limerick about a fox who loves to dance! there once was a fox from lansing, who enjoyed his ballroom dancing. he dances so well, his fur starts to smell; but he goes right back to prancing!
A Limerick for Domhnall.
#4 of poetry another limerick i did. this time, for a friend. there once was a domhnall gawain who came to play in the rain he fell in a puddle and lost his best muddle and ran to that country named spain
An Epitaph for Vitch
This is a humorous epitaph in the form of a limerick which i wrote for vitch. redwall is © by brian jacques, all rights reserved.
An Epitaph for Urgan Nagru
This is a humorous epitaph in the form of a limerick which i wrote for urgan nagru. redwall is © by brian jacques, all rights reserved.
An Epitaph for Vilu Daskar
This is a humorous epitaph in the form of a limerick which i wrote for vilu daskar. redwall is © by brian jacques, all rights reserved.
An Epitaph for Slagar the Cruel
This is a humorous epitaph in the form of a limerick which i wrote for slagar the cruel. redwall is © by brian jacques, all rights reserved.
An Epitaph for Badrang the Tyrant
This is a humorous epitaph in the form of a limerick which i wrote for badrang the tyrant. redwall is © by brian jacques, all rights reserved.
An Epitaph for Cluny the Scourge
This is a humorous epitaph in the form of a limerick which i wrote for cluny the scourge. redwall is © by brian jacques, all rights reserved.
Fallen Angels, Part ten - Epilogue
An invisible hand painted verses in blood on the wall that made no sense, and could have been dirty limericks for all i cared. bring it on, i said defiantly. i'm not impressed. "good job!" said the male voice in my head. the one i call t_he general_.
Wasteland Survivor – And Back Again - ch8
- i was listening to fox and private ashfield swapping dirty limericks, again, when i started to feel a slight tingle in my 'other' sense, it shocked me a little at first, but i had just made contact with a mind outside of the two aircraft
29. The Minstrel's Misery
A limerick doesn't have to." "sure it does if it fits." she said. "why is it you're singing anyway?" "i'm a minstrel, my dear. it's what i do." he said.