Writing 201: Journey. On the menu today; Journeys, Limericks and alliteration.
As I Journey through this poem
Allowing my mind to freely roam
I may just come up with a gem
Words which fit, if I remember them
But then again maybe not
Then on my copybook I’ll leave a blot
Walk away not quite frustrated
Perhaps a little agitated?
Tried to write a Limerick once
But of sense I haven’t an ounce
Good I have fleeting feet
Can run a mile from defeat
Tried to write a Limerick once?
There was an old man from Japan
Who tried to fry fish on a pan?
I thought it quite odd
When he said, yes its cod
It need not make sense – but must scan?
I tried writing a Limerick and failed
On these words was firmly impaled
But write one I will
I won’t stop until
I’ve writing Limericks nailed.
Am I improving as I go along?
Could I be in line for a gong?
A Limerick Bafta
That’s what I’m “Afta”
On stage is where I belong?
Now that I’m on a roll
And look like I’m reaching my goal
A Limerick I’ll write
Out of pure spite
Might even one critic extol?
From writing Limericks I thought I’d refrain
Then I thought, what then would I gain
So decided why not
Give it a second shot
“Limericks” could drive you insane?
By putting these “Limericks” on show
Just proves how little I know –
About, writing I guess
But onward I’ll press
Undaunted, my trumpet I’ll blow.
I’m not a feather plucker, I’m a feather puckers’ son.
I rattled my bottles in Hollick’s yard, my bottles I rattled in Hollick’s yard.
Red leather, Yellow leather.
- J. Black©β
Tuesday, 17 February 2015