Posts Tagged ‘Three Word Wednesday’

Limerick Ode To The Gambler

Wednesday, September 26th, 2012

Three Word Wednesday asks us to use chance, entice, and savor in a poem. I’ve coaxed them into this limerick:

Limerick Ode To The Gambler
By Madeleine Begun Kane

A gambler enticed by the chance
Of a win does a dangerous dance:
He savors the thrill,
As he loses free will.
We all know how it ends in advance.

Limerick Goals

Wednesday, August 22nd, 2012

Three Word Wednesday asks us to write a poem using these three words: Amuse, Excite, Sincere. So I’ve used them in a limerick describing my goal in writing political limericks in my other blog.

Limerick Goals
By Madeleine Begun Kane

I’m sincere in expressing my views
And I try to excite and amuse.
I ain’t always polite:
It’s my duty to smite
Evil pols with each lim’rick j’accuse.

Dear Conductor (Limerick)

Wednesday, August 15th, 2012

Three Word Wednesday asks us to use Beat, Pressure, and Substance in a poem. In substance, I’ve beaten them into submission, pressuring those words to fit into this limerick:

Dear Conductor (Limerick)
By Madeleine Begun Kane

Dear conductor, you think you’re elite,
But in substance, you’re always off beat.
You pressure musicians
With harsh admonitions.
To follow your stick’s no mean feat.

A Game Limerick

Wednesday, August 8th, 2012

One of my favorite weekly prompts is Three Word Wednesday. This week, it asks us to use the following three words in any sort of poem: Crumble, Drawn and Uneasy. Well, I managed to squeeze them all into this limerick:

A Game Limerick
By Madeleine Begun Kane

A chess player, looking quite drawn,
Was caught in an uneasy yawn.
“My game skills have crumbled,”
The man weakly mumbled.
“I feel like I’m naught but a pawn.”

UPDATE: July 20th is International Chess Day, and the 2nd Saturday of October is National Chess Day.

To Emote, Or Not To Emote — That Is The Question (Limerick)

Wednesday, August 1st, 2012

Three Word Wednesday asks us to use these three words in a poem: Emotion, Falter, and Touch.

To Emote, Or Not To Emote — That Is The Question (Limerick)
By Madeleine Begun Kane

There are poets who write with emotion,
Touching readers with depth and devotion.
Such approach makes me falter
And muse: Must I alter
My whimsy? A risible notion!

(Also posted at Poetry Jam, who asks us to make a verb the topic of our poems.)

Squirrel Limerick (Tanka Too)

Wednesday, March 30th, 2011

From time to time, sundry animals (squirrels, raccoons) find our New York City home alluring. While these incidents provide great fodder for poetry and prose, I could live without them. If only…

Our latest animal invasion involves a stubborn squirrel who has taken up residence in an upstairs window AC — the AC that cools my tiny writing-room. Consequently, Mrs. Squirrel (I fear it’s a she) has become a constant companion.

The good news is that our squirrel nuisance has given birth to two poems — a limerick and a tanka. Both poems were also inspired by Big Tent’s prompt to write about being scared of an animal. (I’m more annoyed than scared, but close enough.)

The limerick pretty much wrote itself, but the tanka was a bigger challenge. Why? Because I felt compelled to use the three words (loud, persuasive, riches) dictated by today’s Three Word Wednesday prompt.

First, my limerick:

Dear Squirrel
By Madeleine Begun Kane

Squatter-squirrel, please scat — go away.
This is my house — no wildlife! Okay?
And stop building that nest
In my AC, you pest!
It isn’t a squirrel chalet.

And now my tanka:

Loud screams and clamor
unpersuasive to squirrel,
planting nest riches
under my window AC,
her womb, I fear, rich with life.

(Also posted at I Saw Sunday and Write A Letter Wednesday, which asks for letters to a pet. Once again … close enough.)

Author’s Note: You can find more of my animal humor here and my squirrel humor and verse here.

UPDATE: Happy Squirrel Appreciation Day, January 21st!

Accidental Haiku

Saturday, March 5th, 2011

It makes me fidget,
but I book myself to write
accidental verse.

Accidental glance,
de-liberating romance—
just the dance of chance.


Shocking incident:
things accidentally went
exactly as planned.


Ms. Bristol Palin’s
book contract and dancing gig—
accident of birth.


Booked reservation
at restaurant, but canceled—
had reservations.


If you dare mention
certain odd affinities,
brace for fidgeting.


If Only Life Were That Simple (Limerick)

Wednesday, February 23rd, 2011

The task at hand over at Three Word Wednesday is to write a poem using these three words: Figure, Juicy, and Stress. I enjoyed the mental exercise and wrote this limerick:

If Only Life Were That Simple
By Madeleine Begun Kane

When I’m feeling a bit under stress
And I figure my life’s in a mess,
If I read something juicy
Or play some Debussy,
My problems are quick to egress.