[Marnanel Thurman]

This has probably been done before, but the tailgaters idea put me in mind of rewriting famous poetry as limericks.

I paused in my walking, for-- hark!
A cry from a house near the park.
I guess that I might
be acquainted with night.
I do have to stress that it's dark.

Those plums were your breakfast? Well, bummer.
They've been in the ice-box all summer.
They've gone down the drain
but they've blocked it again,
so you should be glad I'm a plum-er.

A man owns this sycamore tree;
His house is too distant to see
me breaking my course
and confusing my horse.
But dammit, I needed to pee.

[Janice D. Soderling]

Cool.

You'll probably soon find yourself standing in a crowd. This sort of thing tends to unleash the general population.

Mind the crush barrier.

[Roger Slater]

Thomas, have a look at the "fractured verse" here:

http://www.umbrellajournal.com/summe.../contents.html

You'll recognize many Spherians among the limericks -- I'm there as "ro bert s c h ech ter"

I did enjoy yours, though!

[John Whitworth]

There was a Speccie for limericks boiling down Jane Austen (if you see what I mean). I did three and won with one. Guess which?


Pride and Prejudice

Poor Elizabeth Bennett, a honey
Who is pretty and witty and sunny,
Really fancies rich Darcy
Who acts rather arsy.
She wins him and marries the money

Persuasion

Her father’s a terrible prick,
And her sisters both make you quite sick.
How we suffer for Anne
Who rejected her man
When she ought to have snapped him up quick.


Sense and Sensibility

Marianne, a Romantic confessed,
With a sister who knows she knows best,
Has to practically croak
And then marry a bloke
In an anaphrodisiac vest.

[Roger Slater]

They're all good. I'll guess the first one took the prize.

Here's an old thread where you can see tons more:

http://www.ablemuse.com/erato/showthread.php?t=5247

[Gail White]

Haven't tried a limerick, but I once wrote Beowulf as a haiku:

I killed that monster
And his mother too O shit
Here comes a dragon.

[George Simmers]

Or you could do a clerihew:

April is the cruellest month, breeding
A lot of problems for the person who does the weeding.
In comparison, May
Is O.K.

[John Whitworth]

Said Homer,
'What a delicious aroma.
It must be a town
That is burning down.'

Not mine. Possibly Bentley's.