Limerick (noun)

a five-line humorous poem with regular metre and rhyme patterns, often dealing with a risqué subject and typically opening with a line such as ‘There was a young lady called Jenny’.

What started as comment, has been suggested as a blog. Following in the great blogmark tradition of imagining fellow bloggers to life in various ways, I offer, just as a starter, the humble limerick-.

It all began with-

There once was a blogger called Dex
Who liked to posture and flex
his words for the girls
all giggles and curls
like a literary Tyrannosaurus Rex

Some new offerings…

Have you heard of Blue_Peter?
Who drinks his red wine by the litre
When he’s deep in the drink
He pretends he’s a shrink
And counsels the loon and wife beater

Awoven amongst our fine blogs
Are the two M de Waal called the Trogs
Full of whinging and mutter
(And a wife who’s a nutter)
The two are a couple of dogs

There was a young dude called Mica
Who apparently was quite the hiker
He trundled up hills
(no doubt goofed out on pills)
Dressed up in big boots, like a biker

And some other ones from the first comment-

I know an old poet called Jack
Who has a spectacular knack:
A quite bendy agility
of fellating ability
For which he’s taken some flack

Housewives and dreamers, achtung
For Andreas, who quotes Kafka and Jung
He’s out for a fight
With the left or the right
A blogmark Moa Zedong

*winks*

And some additions-..
From Dex
There once was a girl named Gabbana
Her words drifted down just like manna
yeah the kid makes us smile
-give ger ten points for style-
But she can’t keep a man
Or a fella.

*ouch*

From Mica
A young, pretty blogger named Pi
Took a dirty weekend with her guy
They were found stoned and pissed
Wearing slippers in the mist
Throwing boerewors chunks at the sky