Not An American Idol
Not An American Idol
By Madeleine Begun Kane
There once was a woman named June
Whose singing was way out of tune.
But she sang for her mate,
Who thought she was great,
Which is why his saloon’s gone to ruin.
Feel free to write your own limerick using the same first line and post it in my comments. And if you’re on Facebook, please join my friends in that same activity in my limerick-offs.
Tags: Husband, Intonation, Marriage, Music, Saloon, Singing, Tune, Voice, Wife, Writing Prompts
There once was a woman named June
Who wanted to dance and to croon
She thought she was great
But she wasn’t first rate
She sounded too much like a loon
There once was a woman named June,
Who spent her time learning to croon.
Left to her devices, she tried exercises
But still couldn’t carry a tune.
There once was a woman named June
So wild, a guy called her a loon
He demanded she “Stay back!”
She shrieked, “Whatever you say, Jack!”
Then bent over and shot him the moon
There once was a woman named June
Whose husband loved a full moon.
If not for Beaver
There’d be no Cleavers
And mixed meanings this afternoon.
Here’s mine:
JUST JUNE – IMMUNE TO MONSOON
(I missed last week’s limerick-off, so I tried a “through story” with last week’s and this week’s feeder lines:)
A hard-working author named Fink
Would sit in his bedroom and think.
The walls of his room
Began to assume
Projections best left to a shrink.
There once was a woman named June
Who sang to a Finkian tune
Of sex long repressed
Pretentiously dressed —
What Henry’d’ve labeled jejune.
Thanks for everyone’s fun contributions!
Stan asked: May I, April, in June?
Sensing a time most opportune.
But April had starch
She’d have said yes in March
And couldn’t Stan a summer swoon.
In this month of June
I wanna write a lune
Only three lines
but I see wrong signs
limerick is what I croon!
stuck in time
Thanks GT and Elwin!
There once was a lady named June
who lived in a hippy commune
She ate plenty of greens
mixed with tofu and beans
and danced under a shining full moon.
Thanks, Bev!