Swimming In Verse
Jesse Levy, a Facebook pal of mine who participates in my Limerick-Offs, has challenged me and fellow Facebook friends to write a limerick starting with this line:
There once was a swimmer named Dean.
I love a good challenge, so I wrote this three-verse limerick in response:
There once was a swimmer named Dean.
He was swift and his breast stroke was mean.
When he raced he would win.
He thought losing a sin.
The guy was a swimming machine.
When he finally lost, he freaked out
And suffered a confidence drought —
Could not handle defeat.
He determined to beat
Up the fellow who won his last bout.
Poor Dean does not swim anymore.
He’s in prison, according to lore,
For killing that swimmer.
His weapon? Hedge trimmer.
Yes, that’s how he settled his score.
Tags: Athletics, Bad Sportsmanship, Competition, Crime, Poetry & Prompts, Swimming Humor, Writing Prompts
There once was a swimmer named Dean
who just swam to be somewhat clean,
he did not use soap
for lather, the dope,
who was a poor ad for hygiene.
A Canadian swimmer named Dean
Loved competing while eating poutine;
While the gas and the bloating
Improved on his floating,
They sure weren’t promoting hygiene!
LOL! Gerald and Dr. Goose, you should both post your limericks over at Jesse Levy’s Facebook page.
Might as well add mine.
There once was a swimmer named Dean
Who went to the beach to be seen
He admired the hunks
in their tight swimming trunks
He was “happy” if you know what I mean
There once was a swimmer called Dean
Who’s daily swim was routine
It was his full flowing gown
That caused him to drown
And was found by a subamarine
I love when my posts are turned into limerick-offs. :)
There once was a swimmer named Dean
Most aerodynamic and lean
He found it relaxing
Except for the waxing
Required for his training regime