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  1. #11
    Limerick 5

    There once was a midnightpoet
    With talent enough to show it
    Leave it or lump it
    He'd play his own trumpet
    But never once did he blow it.

  2. #12
    Limerick 6

    A mentor called Firemajic
    Had an attitude fairly phlegmatic
    If you threw a fit
    Over a bit of crit
    She'd say 'stop being so dramatic.'

  3. #13
    Quote Originally Posted by ned View Post
    Limerick 6

    A mentor called Firemajic
    Had an attitude fairly phlegmatic
    If you threw a fit
    Over a bit of crit
    She'd say 'stop being so dramatic.'

    She lost herself in the trees,
    among the ever-changing leaves.
    She wept beneath the wild sky
    as stars told stories of ancient times.
    The flowers grew toward her light,
    the river called her name at night.
    She could not live an ordinary life,
    with the mysteries of the universe
    hidden in her eyes....
    Author: Christy Ann Martine

    Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
    love leaves a memory no one can steal....
    Author unknown.

  4. #14
    Totally AWESOME!!!
    “It's weird not to be weird." — John Lennon

  5. #15
    sorry for the delay - here's some catch-up limericks

  6. #16
    Limerick 7

    Prolific poet, jenthepen
    Wrote a thousand words by half past ten
    But when the screen flashed
    The computer crashed
    So poor jenthepen, started all over again.

  7. #17
    Limerick 8

    Tuesday Eve, dreamt one Sunday
    Of being a best-seller, maybe one day
    Some call her Tues, others Eve
    But I am willing to believe
    She goes by the name of Monday.

  8. #18
    Limerick 9

    A poem written by the estimable TL
    Wasn't going down particularly well
    They couldn't see
    Why a drunk needed a pea
    What a shame he couldn't spell.

  9. #19
    Very creative and clevvvver
    She lost herself in the trees,
    among the ever-changing leaves.
    She wept beneath the wild sky
    as stars told stories of ancient times.
    The flowers grew toward her light,
    the river called her name at night.
    She could not live an ordinary life,
    with the mysteries of the universe
    hidden in her eyes....
    Author: Christy Ann Martine

    Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
    love leaves a memory no one can steal....
    Author unknown.

  10. #20
    Limerick 10

    There once was a poet called Darkkin
    Whose imagery was simply sparklin'
    Where magic and wonder held sway
    And some were heard to say
    Tis the antidote to Philip Larkin

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