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I hadn't written any limericks in ages - at least since 9th grade, and possibly since 5th grade - but I do really enjoy them. And then operafloozy inspired me, so last week in the nice cool mountains, when I was lazing around sitting in from of the morning fire, I wrote these.


The Owl and the Pussycat
There once was a boat on the sea,
Where the Cat said to Owl, "Marry me."
With the piggy-wig's ring,
They were married next thing,
And the runcible spoon got dirty.

Hamlet
There once was a prince named Hamlet
Who worked himself into a sweat,
Over whether to die,
Or forlornly survive,
At the last, someone else ended et.
(Alternate wording: In scene five, Laertes ended it/et.)

Clementine
A lovely lass, quick as a blink
Took her ducklings to water to drink.
On a splinter she tripped,
And Clementine slipped.
It's a bit of a shame, don't you think?

The Road Not Taken
Two roads in a wood went away,
And Frost paused a while to say,
"Which one shall I take?
It's a hard choice to make."
And then he went the less trodden way.

I'm not thrilled with the rhyme scheme in this one . . .
Hope is the thing with Feathers
Once Emily talked about hope
As a bird that would never mope.
In such extremity
As a storm on the sea,
It's still singing away with full throat.

Harry Potter - **Spoiler warning for DH**
Rowling once wrote a long prophecy
That concerned a young boy named Harry.
After hundreds of pages
And fights that took ages,
"I have vanquished the Dark Lord," said he.

And if I to Rowling, I just have to do Tolkien, don't I?
Lord of the Rings
There once were some lads from the Shire,
Who ran with a ring from the rider.
They were beset by irks
And run through the works,
But at last threw the thing in the fire.
(The original rhyme there was orcs/works, which looks fine on paper, but I soon realized didn't work at all. I'm not terribly pleased with irks, though.
Also, my dad suggested that it be thing, ring, rather than ring, thing. Thoughts?)

But that barely begins to cover the plot, so I had to keep going . . .

A wizard some call Mithrandir
Developed a terrible fear;
That the one ring of power
Had returned this dark hour;
Sauron would take all he held dear.

Boromir, Gondor man of the guard,
At the last turned quite greedy and hard.
Nonetheless he still fought,
Though it all came to naught,
And the rest is a tale for a bard.

A dwarf, one Gimli son of Gloin,
At council once stuck a large toe in.
He made friends with an elf
And nearly died himself
And no longer calls his heart his ow-n.

Aragorn, son of the Dunedain,
Has a dirty face and greasy mane.
But he cleans up quite well,
After going through hell,
And at last adds a King to his name.

The last rhymes are a bit iffy on those two, but they're what I came up with.
I do feel that Legolas deserves one, since all the other companions got theirs, but I really can't find enough rhymes to go with "There once was a pointy-eared elf." I suppose "Legolas, an elf of Mirkwood" has more possibilities. Anyone care to write it?

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