but blogging bards must needs revert to type

Friday 30 December 2011

Limerick

A hobbling Viking made port

With hundreds of kegs he had bought.

Unevenly legless

By pirates beat kegless,

"My limb, Erik! They cut it sh***!"

1 comment:

  1. One of my friends complained that I write too many sonnets and needed to branch out into other genres... Limericks for example. This Limerick worked backwards from the point of deciding the poem would be cut short by an Eric losing a limb, but the most obvious Erik that came to mind was the marauding Viking. No reflection on my driving, but this one was composed in my head behind the wheel on the M25.

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