First Time Limericks
I tried but couldn't write a limerick
So reckoned to be just very thick
I thunked ever so hard
Got myself into a mard
And looks like it may done the trick
I think I may be on a new roll
Brain cells have started to grow
Though my head hurts like hell
Every line rings a cheer bell
And my nose has just started to glow
My limericks may not be that good
Or give any people a laugh hoot
But practise I will
Don't expect to be brill
Now off to write one about Groot
WOO! HOO!
09.10.20
Categories:
thunked, fun, self,
Form: Limerick
Th cloud looked like airy anvils drifting under the gleaming disc of the sun,
Suddenly it became churlish and kraken-cruel,
The ansty swollen tar-black and large cloud began to roar in a fearsome way,
The summer solstice had ushered in the rainy season.
Great gouts of water were coughed out,
And it thunked here and there,
People walking on the streets ran for cover,
Making different colours of umbrellas to cram the horizon.
A tinkling sound came to people's ears,
As the first pearls of rain dropped onto the the rooftops.
The sound was like the glassy clinking of a champagne flute, lilting and clear,
Again, a fierce and tumultuous thunder rattled the air, with frequent lightening ravaging untimed.
It teemed down in a biblical deluge, flooding the street's sewage and roads,
The sea, that gleamed still, like a myriad-petaled rose,
The sun, like a great dragon, couldn't writhe in gold.
I'm cold to numbness while the farmers are smiling.
Categories:
thunked, rain,
Form: Free verse
ALL THUNKED OUT
Dr. James E. Martin
©February, 2013
I thunk and I thunk
Till I was all thunked out.
I had nothing more
To think about.
I used to worry
’Bout this condition.
Guess my brain
Is in de-composition.
I worry no more
Cause this is the norm.
I now find it hard
A thought to form.
Categories:
thunked, confusion, funny, introspection, life,
Form: Rhyme