Let's see now...
what might a free verse limerick look like, and how
would we
ever see
what made it a limerick or distinguished it from a three-legged cow?

I’m sure glad to see you in this thread
lets hope the limericking mania will spread
to one and all
we’ll have a ball
or maybe just a rhyming-time instead! 

I’m from the school of thought 
that free-verse writers are overwrought
with making the grade
to masters of the trade
but without it I would surely be distraught! 

There was poor girl from over the sea
who couldn’t quite count a beat of three
her head full of Spain
it drove her insane
until they put her under lock and key 

With poets she wished to converse 
as her word skills are stuck in reverse
so back on the train
where form seems to reign
she searched for some ‘bloody’ free-verse 

(* smile *) 

Nabbed
A worm that was wiggling got curious                                                                                                   
when he saw an old  fisherman furious
he offered his help
and let out a yelp
'cause the fisherman's fury was spurious

Silent Serve

my freezer's not helping my diet
the ice cream there's saying "just try it"
i try to say no
but I can't shut the do'
and find myself fatten’n in quiet

Why didn't she?

a chicken thought crossing the road
was one kind of journey she owed
to all of the folks 
who tell chicken jokes
but she couldn't decide on the mode

she thought about hailing a taxi
but fares were far out of her range
she saw a cell phone
and made it her own
yet couldn’t make even one call

it rained and it snowed where she stood
she had no hope of crossing the road
some old broad picked her up
put the bird in her truck
now the jokesters won't have to ask why

Bally toidy

We used to fix kitties a sandbox
so they wouldn’t have to distress
but now boxes glitter 
with what’s known as litter
that’s often a whole ‘nother mess



_{Just couldn't let go. but, gone now.}

To party without alcohol is a crime
Even if the celebration is in rhyme
I think Norm may be right
I see this party taking flight
Just excuse me if dance out of time

I was thinking just the other day
That with words I’d like to play;
Stimulate my brain
Back on the train 
That I know will head the right way

So come join our party if you dare
Norm and Daniel are already there
With British beer 
And American cheer
The good times we’re ready to share 

Daniel ---

So you're pilling, not spilling but willing
to write all these that are killing
my sense to be serious
you make me deleious
like jabberwocky and all that "'Twas brillig".

orfor you purists out there, maybe that should be:

So you're pillig, not spillig but willig
to write all these that are killig
my sense to be serious
you make me deleious
like jabberwocky and all that "'Twas brillig".

While Daniel just told us he's hummin'
And now I see LJ is strummin'
just like old times
in limerick rhymes
we know 50 more are a-commin'

>>> oh, I remember these limerick threads - here we GOOOOO!