A Limerick for Domhnall.
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 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.
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.
The Word in Ink & The Happy Ending
* * * and now that we've taken the first step (in sonnet form, of course), it seems much easier to go on and post something else: a five-part limerick of far sillier status.
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 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 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.
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.
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.
A Limerick
A limerick i did tonight for fun, but i thought i'd put it here because it was funny at the time. there once was a lone lila who fought off a bad tequila she threw down her fists and made plenty a twists to fight off a gal named sheila.
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!
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Sixteen
He’d almost rather dive straight into the ground than listen to any more poorly-constructed limericks. each time the little dog-faced mutt-rat started to speak again, revaramek shook the words right out of his mouth until finally he shut up.