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(13A) My Mother (Limerick)

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by ~Gregg Rowe~

There once was a live butterfly from Dawson Creek

All the while she'd hoped she'd be free

So she fluttered and flopped

And tired -- she'd stopped

That dead butterfly from Dawson Greek


Author notes

Limerick:

A limerick is a 5 line poem, composed of an iamb and an anapest, and is often of a whimsical nature. Lines 1, 2 and 5 rhyme with each other, and lines 3 and 4 rhyme with each other. Lines 1, 2 and 5 all have 3 feet, and lines 3 and 4 both have 2 feet. The only exception is you can substitute an iamb for the first foot in any line.

iamb - is a 2 syllable sequence in which the stress or accent is on the second syllable. It is a rising foot. ie. today

Anapest - is a 3 syllable sequence, in which the first 2 syllables are unstressed, and the third syllable is stressed. It is a rising foot. ie. formally

Feet - poetry was made up of a meter, and a meter is made up of poetic units called feet. The most common types of feet are, iamb, anapest, trochee, and dactyl.

Trochee - opposite of iamb, it is a 2 syllable sequence, stress is on the first syllable, and it is a falling foot. ie. heaven

Dactyl - opposite of anapest, it is a 3 syllable sequence, in which the first syllable is stressed, and the last 2 are unstressed. It is a falling foot. ie. tenderly

Yacht encounters of the third kind

A big yacht it is put up for sale
for the owner was sent back to jail
he took money from staff
now he's feeling their wrath
as they bought it for one-tenth retail.

They went out for a sail that same day
having fun with the waves they all sway
while on deck they did see
green men chugging black tea
and they waved for them to come and play.

A round saucer with lawn chairs on top
word was sent for a hatch door to drop
when invited aboard
drinks were instantly poured
as they toasted their union with pop.

The sleek ship was majestically made
and we joked about making a trade
so the creatures said swell
and agreed what the hell
then went off to our yacht while we stayed.

Written by: Tracy Lynn Repchuk

© Canadian Federation of Poets  

Written March 3rd, 2006

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