There Was A Young Man From…

I’ve written a couple of humorous poems about writing over the past couple of weeks, so I thought I’d try a limerick this week:

 

There was a young writer from Reading,

Whose writer’s block did his head in;

It kept him up all night,

And still no words in sight,

So he became a tester for bedding.

 

It’s not particularly very good, so I’d like to challenge you to write me a far better one. All you need to remember is that limericks have five lines, where the first, second and fifth lines rhyme, with seven to ten syllables in each line. The third and fourth lines rhyme with each other and these lines have five to seven syllables in each line.

So get writing!

25 responses to “There Was A Young Man From…”

  1. An author from far Syracuse
    was commissioned to write for his muse.
    Just writing his blog
    was enough of a slog,
    but he couldn’t afford to refuse.

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    1. Brilliant! Thanks for rising to the challenge with a fantastic limerick. I’ll be posting this on my blog next week 🙂

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      1. You are very kind, Esther. Thank you.

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  2. There once was an elephant from Asia,
    Whose trunk would bloody amaze ya;
    It was two-hundred feet long,
    And when he whistled a song,
    It was heard from Moscow to Malaysia!

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    1. I love it! Thank you for accepting the challenge and crafting a brilliant and hilarious limerick. This will be posted on my blog next week 🙂

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  3. I looked at my wife on a whim,
    Offering an appealing grin,
    Shot down with a stare,
    That said don’t even dare,
    I knew she would never give in.

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    1. Fantastic! This made me laugh out loud. Thank you very much for sending it. I’ll be posting it on my blog next week 🙂

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  4. I loved this challenge and look forward to more! Here is my limerick: http://mauldinfamily1.wordpress.com/2014/03/28/limerick-challenge/

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    1. Thank you so much! I’m really pleased you enjoyed the challenge and I’ll certainly be setting more in the future. I’ll be posting all the limericks on my blog next week and will add yours. It’s great 🙂

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      1. Thanks. 🙂

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  5. […] thought that I would take up Esther Newton on her challenge to write a limerick about […]

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    1. Two limericks! Fantastic. Thank you for taking up the challenge. I thoroughly enjoyed both and will post them on my blog next week. If you have any other ideas, please write some more!

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  6. There once was a poet named Dave
    who lived near the cliffs in a cave
    searching for a rhyme
    he slipped on some slime
    and fell to his watery grave

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  7. There was a pert blogger named Esther
    Who challenged her readers to best her.
    “A limerick,” she enticed,
    “to pump up the spice;
    “the cleverest will be the winner.”
    😉

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    1. I love it! Just brilliant. Thank you so much for this. It’ll be featured on my blog later this week 🙂

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      1. Glad you liked it. 😀

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  8. An wannabe writer called Chris
    Left Old Blighty to live with the Swiss
    Upon crossing the mountains
    he discovered, just like fountains
    words started to flow, not just drip.

    Good evening Esther 😀

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  9. excuse the “an” – it started out as “an unpublished writer..” – I know, I know; first rule of writing… 🙂

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    1. Ha, ha! Though, the main thing is giving it a go. Thank you 🙂

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  10. Sanjukta Bhattacharjee Avatar
    Sanjukta Bhattacharjee

    A Limerick I sat down to write,
    They say it doesn’t take much might.
    It can be complex or very simple,
    Either a tumour or a pimple!
    I just need to get the rules right.

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    1. Thanks for having a go! Great!

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  11. Sanjukta Bhattacharjee Avatar
    Sanjukta Bhattacharjee

    There was a guy in the heart of a girl,
    Each sight of his would make her twirl.
    She thought it was a crush
    He would always make her gush
    She dreamt of them doing a romantic swirl.

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  12. Sanjukta Bhattacharjee Avatar
    Sanjukta Bhattacharjee

    Blocked is my head, nothing comes to mind,
    Ideas play hide and seek, my brain wants to unwind.
    I am growing impatient and restless.
    An empty mind equals breathlessness.
    Could the solution be a pause and thorough rewind?

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