Enter the ‘Lucky Limerick’ writing contest
Your creative 12-word essays wowed me so much last December, I’ve decided it’s high time to host another writing contest. To get in the mood for St. Patty’s Day, I’m pleased to announce the ”Lucky Limerick” writing contest.
What’s a limerick? Glad you asked.
Besides being a city in Ireland, a limerick is a funny, often nonsensical form of poetry, commonly used for delighting children. (Think Mother Goose.) Limericks are composed of five lines, including one couplet and one triplet. They are known for a specific rhyme scheme and sing-song rhythm. (I learned more about them here and here.)
Often containing puns and hyperbole, the limerick punch line surprises the reader in the final line. Here’s a witty example:
There was a young lady of Niger
Who smiled as she rode on a tiger;
They returned from the ride
With the lady inside,
And the smile on the face of the tiger.
—attributed to Edward Lear and William Cosmo Monkhouse (via hypertexts.com)
How to enter
To enter your clever five-liner:
- Type your limerick in the comments of this post.
- Like “delighted to write” on Facebook if you haven’t already. (thank you)
- Give contest sponsors Script and Scribble and Paper Fancy some Facebook “Like” love too. (triple thank you)
Make sure to enter by 11:59 p.m. Saturday, March 16 (extended deadline). I’ll judge entries and announce winners on St. Patty’s Day!
Winners, Sponsor Love & Prizes
There will be two winners, selected based on: 1) originality 2) clever last line 3) sticking to limerick format
Thank you to sponsors: Script and Scribble and Paper Fancy! They have generously agreed to offer the following prizes:
Design your own luggage tag from the Script and Scribble store:
Select your own custom stamper from Paper Fancy’s collection.
Let’s see your best limerick. Ready, set, rhyme!
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Crystalee was delighted to write
So typing she stayed up all night
To celebrate words
Of blogging nerds
Thus to write was her rite that was right
Ha! Thanks for your entry, Paul.
Aren’t you excited for spring?
Oh The Happiness that It can Bring
The Sun Will Be Shining
And the stars realigning
It is such a wonderful Thing
Sariah, this is lovely! That’s JUST how I feel about the warming weather. Thanks for your entry.
In winter, I don’t feel quite whole.
I prefer to dance round the Maypole.
In April and March,
I scrub and I starch.
I love spring cleaning my soul.
St. Patty was all in a funk,
His happiness that had certainly shrunk;
He drank a few beers,
Was pleasantly cheered,
And by the end of the night he was drunk.
There once was a baby inside me
It felt like he was learning karate
He came out with huge muscles
All ready for tussles
And now I have a cute ninja baby.
At Pub Duffy McFitty’s
All lads and ‘ol Biddys
Were dressed in all green and inspired
For March 17 was still two days away
Yet the love of dear Eire lit their fire…
Brilliant! Well done, Mike…
At Pub Duffy McFitty’s
All lads and ‘ol Biddys
Were dressed in all green and inspired
For March 17 was still two days away
Yet the love of dear Eire lit their fire…
At work and at the moment can’t access Facebook to like your pages, unfortunately.
Will do so later.
Thanks for entering! I’ll look for your ‘Like’
I once met a boy who was Irish
Who whipped up a mighty fine dish
Of bangers and mash
He wore a porn stash
Which he twirled while patting my tush
I knew a young boy who was funny
He liked going out when days were sunny
He jumped in a puddle
Then he was muddled
When he had to take a bath he was sorry.
Is this based on a real life boy whose name starts with Q?
On this weekend that honors St. Paddy,
the world famous snake-charming daddy,
while you all sit typing
I’ll be out Highland piping
and driving the local snakes batty.
I followed the trail of a buzzing bee,
But forgot that it wanted to sting me;
I laughed off the sting,
I started to sing,
But the hive began following me!
Once the raining subsides
On this roller coaster of a ride
I slow down to smell the sweet flowers;
Which grew because of the stormy showers
That exist in each one of our lives.
There once was a man who wore green
In folklore he was rumored to be mean
His inventions and illusions were keen
In making rain and sunshine seem
To hold a treasure at the end of the beam
I’m too late to enter! Darn those kids and busy Saturdays. But since I wrote one anyway I might as well share.
Luck:
It’s the Luck of the Irish that brings success
Or maybe it comes from the way you dress
A Blarney kiss is lucky
But my son says it’s yucky
Maybe hard work is luck’s key to success