The Life of a Limerick Girl: Join in the fun if you dare!

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