In a moment of optimism I said, a few days ago, that I would write a poem about Lavinia’s plague of voles. So I had a look at the rhyming dictionary and the list of poetic forms and, to be honest, recoiled in horror. I was thinking of including daffodils but several of the rhymes I was offered (Battle of Bunker Hill and oral contraceptive pill) betrayed a basic lack of understanding about the sort of poems that might include daffodils. Wordsworth never had these problems.
You may recall my discussion about krumholz as a rhyme for vole a couple of days ago.
Well, there is one poetic form I can think of that can accommodate all sorts of poetic horrors (no, not the clerihew, things aren’t that bad) – it’s the limerick – the world’s favourite poem.
An Oregon farmer named Ross
suffered fires, tempests and frost
plus a great plague of voles
all digging their holes
till the cats came to show them who’s boss
For other works in this series see here, here, here and here. And here. Oh, and here. I didn’t realise I’d done so many. I certainly didn’t realise that some of them were so excruciating. I may have to do a collected limericks post, and add some about Boris. I just need a rhyme for farce…
Just in case you get confused, there are two about the well known Mainer, to accommodate both ways of saying scone – the one that rhymes with gone, and the wrong one.
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Thank you Derrick. 🙂
Nice work…and I was happy to be reminded of my lenticular joy.
I’ve always said there isn’t enough lenticular joy in the world. Or bonhomie…
I must try some bonhomie.
Oh, shoot! You make me smile. Yay for Lavinia, who now belongs to quite the rarefied club.
I must add a few more, I think, though I wouldn’t want to dilute the quality…
That kind of talent will never produce diluted quality. Add away!
Stop it! I’m blushing.
I bet I gave you the idea for the cat…
Thge picture of your cat in fancy dress continues to haunt me. I still fear for your safety…
The cats approve, and send their best wishes to the poet. 🙂
I have enjoyed your collection of limericks, Quercus. 🙂
Thank you. I’m glad the cats approve. I thought I’d better include them as there is no disapproval quite like feline disapproval.
That is correct. 🙂