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The Life of a Limerick Girl: Join in the fun if you dare!
#592139 - Fri Mar 03 2006 01:54 AM
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The girl from Nantucket is quite a lively young lady, with six limericks describing her antics so far, all of them set around her sailing away in a bucket at this point. What else might she be up to? Come see what she’s doing so far, but be warned: this thread may be cursed! You could, as with Ashton Sinclair, become obsessed by the life of a Limerick Girl!
It started out as a first line challenge thrown out by Taross Blackburn in chat one night recently and the first two verses were formed by Ashton Sinclair who got inspired by Ysendre’s bemused muttering in his broken English potential rhymes for Nantucket and bucket that he didn’t even know he knew. The Muse can create word weaving spells that ensnare even the most reticent at times! From those first two verses, Ashton found the dang limerick is stuck in his head and is developing a life of its own!
What else might this girl do in her bucket? Or maybe she isn’t always in that bucket? Change the second line and see what else she might be up to?
Or just enjoy the results of Ashton’s current obsession! Check back every so often as he tends to get struck with a new verse every day so far! Is there no end to this compulsion? (Muahahahaha! Only the Muse knows!)
The Girl From Nantucket
By Ashton Sinclair
(Challenged and inspired by Taross Blackburn and Ysendre)
- There once was a girl from Nantucket,
Who sailed away in a bucket.
She scooped up a duck,
Who started to cluck,
So she dropped it and yelled out, “Oh, f*** it!”
- There once was a girl from Nantucket,
Who sailed away in a bucket.
To keep away rickets,
A lemon she picked it,
But then she did not want to suck it.
- There once was a girl from Nantucket,
Who sailed away in a bucket.
She took a small harp
To play songs for the carp,
Who splashed alongside as she plucked it.
- There once was a girl from Nantucket,
Who sailed away in a bucket.
A flying fish jumped
And with her nearly bumped,
But deftly, she managed to duck it.
- There once was a girl from Nantucket,
Who sailed away in a bucket,
With a shiny brass gong
Which she bought for a song
For she loved how it bonged when she struck it.
- There once was a girl from Nantucket,
Who sailed away in a bucket.
With Voodoo doll man
Clutched tight in her hand,
She cackled with glee as she stuck it!
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"I've always wanted a sparkly... of my very own!"
--as spoken by the crow from Secret of NIMH
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*grins like a wee jolly crocodile*
"I'll bite."
A Noughtical Poem
There was a young man from Hawat
Who being as small as a dot
Went dancing around
All over town
Until he was stepped on and nought.
And believe it or nought, I got Alizara's Limerick which is below my picture, illustrated at Further Confusion. If folks want, I can scan and post that illustration.
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click for the BIG picture
Yao Chi's Wee Little Dragon Happy Dance
by Tara K. Labus
Alizara's Extemporaneous Limerick
There once was a Dragon named Yao Chi
Who found he could not leave the paint be
He knocked over a shelf
Cans fell onto his self
And now all his colors will blind ye!
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There once was a girl from Nantucket,
Who sailed away in a bucket.
She would howl and sing
for it had but one string,
And it sounded so loud as she'd pluck it!
--S
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((Yay! Thanks for joining in, folks! I'm working on a couple more myself.
The original idea for this thread was to explore limericks about the girl from Nantucket, but I don't mind expanding it to limericks in general!
Yao Chi: I'd enjoy seeing that second limerick's picture!
Snarf: I'm assuming the one string is referring to the harp mentioned in an earlier verse?
I'm honored to have 2 such distinguished posters responding! Many thanks!!
Hope we get some more folks posting too!
If anyone wants to check out limericks further, I found a couple interesting sites on the Net that give a bit of history and some guidelines to creating "correct" limericks, although for me "not so correct" ones work just fine too, ;-P.
Let me see if I can get the links for those sites posted on my own or if not, I'll have Tallinu give me a hand later!
http://www.poetry-online.org/limericks.htm
Limericks
http://www.sfu.ca/~finley/discussion.html
Limerick Discussion Page
Have fun! :-D
Ashton Sinclair PG))
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Zeran
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Member #5577
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Posts: 274
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Limericks on the "Limerickers" :by Zeran
There once was a man named Sinclair,
who on a whim, started a dare,
to make long rhyme
and spend lots of time
without a worry or care.
The plan had a very nice start,
and got rolling just like a cart,
to rhyme very long
and sing like a song
The idea did warm his heart.
(bows)
And now I have to go,
and perform my very next show.
You really should come.
It'll be lots of fun.
It's worth it, just so you know.
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((LOL! This is great, Zeran! And as it happens, I had just noticed your character in the Not Again! thread! Ashton was musing on whether to pop in and see about meeting you! Coincidence or Fate, hmmmmm? ;-P ))
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Zeran
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Member #5577
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Posts: 274
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"I'm glad you did like my rhyme,
and hope you had a rather nice time.
As long as I'm here,
you have nothing to fear,
but I seem to be losing my rhyme."
(Can't....stop....rhyming....every...word! Must....attempt....to... speak....normally!)
"Oh dang, I seem to have failed,
but please keep it detailed,
on the post, 'Not again'
I'll see you all then,"
Zeran futilely wailed. 
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Light's too bright and darkness is, well, too dark. I'll go with twilight and call it a day, er, night. Oh, dang...
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Whee Hee Hee Hee !
Raccoon Raconteur
There was once a guy named Sinclair
Whose body was covered in hair.
A Raccoonish fellow
Yet affably mellow
And a peddler extraordinaire
*scampers away to safety*
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You look at me and have to ask me if I think it is funny when I am already:
Rolling On The Floor Laughing My Scaley Ass Off !!! (Thank You Quetzal It's Fantastic !)
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*Ashton Sinclair claps and cheers for the friendly folks who are having fun with the Limericks idea! He gestures to the rest of the NCD-ers, saying encouragingly: *
"Come join in the Limerick line—
Whatever you write will be fine.
Whatever your joke,
It will please other folk,
And your humor will make this thread shine!"
*He clears his throat and announces that the Limerick girl still has things to do, it seems, as another verse has worked its way into his brain and now gets presented for your enjoyment: *
"There once was a girl from Nantucket
Who sailed away in a bucket.
The pail ‘gainst rock lands,
The girl hits soft sands,
And decides that she is with good luck yet."
*Ashton bows, then chases after Yao Chi to tickle him with his soft hairy raccoon tail if he catches up to him! But he keeps an eye and an ear out to see who will join in the fun next!*
((Love the pictures, Yao Chi. And I will try posting, Zeran.))
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"I've always wanted a sparkly... of my very own!"
--as spoken by the crow from Secret of NIMH
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Well, Yao Chi having eluded him, and Ashton being out of breath now, the Raccoon Raconteur sits down with his always handy paper and pen and jots down Nantucket Nan's latest situation. When finished, he reads it aloud to hear how it sounds.
"The girl from Nantucket has landed.
Her body is thoroughly sanded.
She brushes it off,
Which causes a cough,
While she wonders just where she is stranded?"
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"I've always wanted a sparkly... of my very own!"
--as spoken by the crow from Secret of NIMH
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Zeran
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Member #5577
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Posts: 274
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The Rainbow Dragon :by Zeran
The fanciful dragon, Yao Chi,
is covered in rainbows you see.
He flies through the skies,
chasing his ultimate prize,
but who knows what the heck that'll be.
(ducks to avoid being barbequed)
The fanciful dragon, Yao Chi,
seems to be peeved with me.
So I'll pack up my stuff
and leave in a huff,
'cause it seems to be time to flee... 
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Light's too bright and darkness is, well, too dark. I'll go with twilight and call it a day, er, night. Oh, dang...
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Zeran
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Member #5577
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Posts: 274
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Since no one has tried to post,
Zeran will now be the host.
Nothing is finer,
than to rhyme like L Miner,
Although I'm starting to boast.
I just had a wonderful thought
to stop my work from being for nought.
Avatar-themed
Is the best that I've dreamed.
Anyone think I've got a shot?
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Light's too bright and darkness is, well, too dark. I'll go with twilight and call it a day, er, night. Oh, dang...
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Zeran
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Member #5577
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Posts: 274
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#0 Master Zen-Dao Meow
Master Zen-Dao Meow
must solve his koan somehow.
He's a cat monk
trapped in a big funk.
Poor Master Zen-Dao Meow.
#1 Master Mu
Good old wise Master Mu
teaches without giving a clue.
He's a bull not a cow,
but odd enough, somehow,
his fur has all turned blue.
#2 Quacky
The silly monk known as Quacky
is often really quite wacky.
He tries to advance,
but not wearing any pants,
his style is labeled as tacky.
(I'll continue unless some one wants me to stop or do one out of order)
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Light's too bright and darkness is, well, too dark. I'll go with twilight and call it a day, er, night. Oh, dang...
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Zeran
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Member #5577
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Posts: 274
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#3 Hollis
Hollis Spirit the cat
Is a real hero at that.
He fights for what's true,
His suit is quite blue.
He always gets the bad rat.(as in villain)
#4 Bruno
Behold Bruno the strong,
who spent his life training quite long
His goal for the year,
bench 400, I fear,
may come out completely wrong.
#5 Waldo
Poor Waldo the dog is sad.
He fears the government's bad.
He's a part-time writer,
not much of a fighter,
but his poetry makes us all glad.
(If you want me to do one for you, just ask)
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Light's too bright and darkness is, well, too dark. I'll go with twilight and call it a day, er, night. Oh, dang...
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*wings in and briefly alights to frenetically paste a poster on the wall*
Less Than The Sum Of Its Parts....
The girl from Nantucket is fair
But not all entirely there.
She lost all her wits
Is a bit of a ditz
And an intellect ? Nuh, oh contraire
*flies away like his life depends upon it ... which it may*
( I have considered 'au contraire', but left it as is )
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Errik
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Member #4808
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Posts: 1110
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((I'm Ysendre's PG
Errik sits down in the corner, and applauds enthusiastically as he tries to think of something that rhymes, but is distracted by a mosquitoswarm. ^_^ I'll dump Ysendre in here in the morning, and he can think of something ))
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An obviously distraught Raccoon Man wanders through, wringing his hands in seemingly great distress, moaning dolefully:
"So! Nantucket Nan is her name now--
She’s cursed me to create her somehow!
A tanned ditzy blonde,
She fans with a frond,
While deciding just where she should go now?"
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"I've always wanted a sparkly... of my very own!"
--as spoken by the crow from Secret of NIMH
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Zeran
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Member #5577
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Posts: 274
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The crazy old guy, Sinclair,
Has just given me a terrible scare.
A new person is here,
to inspire much fear.
I tell you all, beware!
Sinclair's dastardly plan,
was his new avatar named Nan.
She's new from Nantucket,
she rides in a bucket,
and she'll rhyme as best as she can.
(Welcoming Nantucket Nan to The Dream)
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This message has been brought to you by Zeran, Inc.
(Note: Zeran, Inc. is not resposible in any way for any paper cuts, occasions of insanity, and spontaneous combustions caused by this post. Please complain to your local sympathizer if any of the above occur.)
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[Here goes nothing, tell me if I'm doing it right]
This Nantucket Nan
Had a big red fan
Her boots were too big
She was built like a twig.
But still she thought she looked gran(d)
There once was a genie named Gyn
Who drank like it was no sin
She didn't think twice
And took no advice
Till she ran out of gin.
[how was that? Probably not that great but I though I'd give it a go cause it looked fun.]
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Note the picture of a genie on the label is NOT what Gyn looks like. It is just a label made for effect.
http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e266/MeleanAndDaiki8/Gyn%20Seng/Editedbottle2. jpg
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(( For those who don't know, a limeric's number of syllables per line is meant to be
8,
8,
6,
6 ,
8
in the ryhthm of
1. Da da-da da da-da da da,
2. da da-da da da-da da da.
3. Da da-da da da-da,
4. da da-da da da-da,
5. da da-da da da-da da da.
However, mild differences can be overlooked. lines 1,2 and 5 rhyme, and 3 and 4 do too.))
The story of Nantucket Nan,
who's earnt herself many a fan.
after her they would go,
There were too many so,
She had to put out a fan ban.
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Seeming to be having a hard time controlling his mirth, the raccoon man at last manages to contain himself enough to bow and say, "Welcome, Gyn Seng and Ysendre ...thanks for joining in the madness...er I mean...fun!"
Ashton ducks and flinches and calls out as he scurries off to find a good place to consider his next compulsive creation:
"Oh and please watch out for low flying rainbow colored dragons and other rapidly rambunctious rhymsters...not to mention the notorious Nan herself!"
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"I've always wanted a sparkly... of my very own!"
--as spoken by the crow from Secret of NIMH
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Zeran
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Member #5577
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Posts: 274
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You say only eight beats per line,
For me that's not very fine.
I like my free style,
so for the long while,
I'll simply do it like mine.
(My rhymes get complicated so I can't use those standards.)
There once was a girl named Nan,
who rhymed as fast as one can.
She started one day,
and we can all say,
it didn't go according to plan.
She started out rather well,
but as the crowd can already tell,
something went wrong,
during her rhyme song,
and her rhymes began starting to smell.
Poor old Nantucket Nan,
had started out with such a great plan.
Again she should try
to make her rhymes fly.
and make us laugh as hard as we can.
(Post Nantucket Nan!)
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Light's too bright and darkness is, well, too dark. I'll go with twilight and call it a day, er, night. Oh, dang...
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Again with that gal from Nantucket,
You know--the one from the bucket:
She bent down by her foot
To heft up a shotput
To see just how far she could chuck it!
Now, Nan for her size was quite strong, true!
But not being trained for a throw through,
She dropped the shotput
Almost onto her foot,
And startled she yelped out, "Oh, shuck it!"
[Several posts and re-reads later, Ashton groans and bangs his head against the wall, as he realizes the second of the two limericks has ended with rhyming with the first limerick instead of with the first two lines of the second one! ARRGGHH!] [But since it kinda works out neat that way, he decides to leave it. Especially since the obvious way to fix it would be to change "Oh, shuck it!" to "Oh, f-u!" and that would not be nice!]
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"I've always wanted a sparkly... of my very own!"
--as spoken by the crow from Secret of NIMH
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Molly swishes her tails, "I suppose I can take a stab at these..."
Some pondering, then a clearing of her throat:
There once was a charming young gander
Who was notoriously afraid of slander
He was pounced by a goose
She was known to be loose
But he was fortuitously saved by his dander
Then, with a smirk and a rhythmic swinging of her hips, she adds...
The head priestess of Aphrodite
Wears the most scandalous nightie
But problem you see
Is that she's eighty
Thus she's never a pretty sightie
Then hides from any rotten fruit thrown her way!
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Ashton Sinclair is writhing in his sleep, moaning: "oooh the images! the images! Make them stop! somebody, please!"
As for Nantuchet Nan?
The latest with Nantucket Nan
Is she's rooting through a rank garbage can.
"And why," you might ask,
"is she absorbed in this task?"
She seeks rotten fruit for DatBan!
((Welcome, Molly! Glad you joined in the silliness!))
((Oh, and you might note the note added to the shotput limericks! Ashton is very embarrassed by the whole thing!))
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"I've always wanted a sparkly... of my very own!"
--as spoken by the crow from Secret of NIMH
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