Posts Tagged ‘Writing & Publishing Humor’

Limerick Grinds

Friday, September 7th, 2018

Kindly don’t cast aspersions on minds
That labor as limerick grinds,
Battling rhymers for glory
With puns sometimes hoary,
Competing while on their behinds.

A Holiday For Haiku? (Limerick)

Monday, April 17th, 2017

“Haiku Poetry Day?” That sounds lame!
And redundancy’s surely to blame.
Be concise! That’s no vice;
Won’t “Haiku Day” suffice?
Terse verses deserve a short name.

Happy Haiku Poetry Day! (April 17)

Limerick-Off Monday – Rhyme Word: COP at the end of any one line

Sunday, January 8th, 2017

It’s Limerick-Off time, once again. And that means I write a limerick, and you write your own, using the same rhyme word. Then you post your limerick(s) as a comment to this post and, if you’re a Facebook user, on Facebook too.

I hope you’ll join me in writing limericks using COP at the end of any one line. (Homonyms or homophones are fine.)

The best submission will be crowned Limerick-Off Award Winner. (Here’s last week’s Limerick-Off Award Winner.)

Additionally, you may write themed limericks related to the blues, using any rhyme scheme. And of course I’ll present an extra award — one for the best blues-related limerick.

How will your poems be judged? By meter, rhyme, cleverness, and humor. (If you’re feeling a bit fuzzy about limerick writing rules, here’s my How To Write A Limerick article.)

I’ll announce the winners on January 22, 2017, right before I post the next Limerick-Off. So that gives you two full weeks to submit your clever, polished verse. Your submission deadline is Saturday, January 21, 2017 at 10:00 p.m. (Eastern Time.)

Here’s my limerick:

“I’m compelled to write lim’ricks. Can’t stop!
“I keep popping out rhymes till I drop.
“When I drive they continue
“To spew from each sinew…”
“What a screwball excuse!” said the cop.

Please feel free to enter my Limerick-Off by posting your limerick(s) in my comments. And if you’re on Facebook, I hope you’ll join my friends in that same activity on my Facebook Limerick-Off post.

To receive an email alert whenever I post a new Limerick-Off, please email Subject: MadKane’s Newsletter. Thanks!

Limerick Ode To National Proofreading Day (March 8)

Tuesday, March 8th, 2016

Today we should celebrate proofreading.
While not fool-proof, it helps avert goof reading.
And, like many, I’m vexed
By typo-strewn text
Found in poetry, fiction, and spoof reading.

Happy National Proofreading Day!

Anti-Antimeria, No More? (Limerick)

Thursday, November 19th, 2015

A Slate language column by Katy Waldman has me re-thinking my anti-antimeria stance. (Antimeria is a “rhetorical device that repurposes a word as a different part of speech than usual.”)

Her column makes some solid points about antimeria’s advantages. In fact, the device may even prove to be handy for humor writing.

Katy’s viewpoint may generate frowns:
Turning nouns into verbs, verbs to nouns
Is extolled by that writer.
Though some may indict ’er,
The thought ain’t as bad as it soun’s.

Post-Paris Depression? (Limerick)

Wednesday, November 18th, 2015

Since Paris, it’s hard to be funny.
I’m too bummed to write wit on the money.
But I’d never suggest
That jesting is best
Drawn from joy, cuz I’m rarely THAT sunny.

Just In Time For Book Lovers Day (Limerick)

Saturday, November 7th, 2015

Just in time for Book Lovers Day, celebrated both on the first Saturday of November and on August 9:

Like most of my friends I love books,
And I don’t want to read them on Nooks
Or other devices;
Real paper entices.
Don’t dare give me pity-filled looks!

Anti-Enjambment Limerick Rant

Thursday, November 5th, 2015

I’m begging you, please be a lamb
And do NOT use this type of enjamb-
Ment: With syllable hyphen-
Ization, you siphon
Off beauty from verse. It’s a scam.

Limerick Ode To Bad Poetry Day (August 18)

Tuesday, August 18th, 2015

Limerick Ode To “Bad Poetry Day” (3-Verse)
By Madeleine Begun Kane

“Bad Poetry Day” is today,
But I’d rather keep bad verse at bay.
Writing poorly on purpose
Would seem to usurp us
And lead to poetic decay.

I contend that it’s hard to deny
We write badly enough when we try
To create something clever
Or sweet, or endeavor
To craft something witty or wry.

This very 3-verser of mine
Provides proof of my point. Ev’ry line
Should be thrown in the can.
But I just got a plan:
I shall claim that it’s bad by design.

Sundry Haiku

Saturday, July 11th, 2015

I’d like the freedom
to not write haiku today,
but my brain insists.


I am at the stage
where I like being on stage
with or without one.


My near-rhyme rejects
turned limerick leftovers
find homes in haiku.


I’m often impressed
by the drawing power
of unknown painters.


Forgive and forget?
I keep meaning to forgive,
but I forget to.


Your belief system
makes you feel superior?
Then it’s failing you.


My muse goes yonder
as I wander in wonder
at time I squander.


Spiders and crawlers
are welcome in my domain
if sent by Google.


I should have prepared
for extemporization
but ran out of time.


Music needs pauses;
I get restless when a piece
doesn’t have any.


No Reason For Rhyme? (Limerick)

Tuesday, June 2nd, 2015

No Reason For Rhyme? (Limerick)
By Madeleine Begun Kane

I’ve been censured and cautioned to spurn
Burning yearnings to rhyme, as I learn
How to coax some haiku
Into being, but few
Have earned kudos. My critics are stern.

Just One More… (Limerick)

Thursday, May 14th, 2015

I’m attempting to check my temptation
To engage in non-stop rhyme creation.
“Buckle down,” my muse cries.
“Make them chuckle! Revise!”
Quick demise to my lim’rick vacation.

Happy Limerick Day (and Edward Lear’s Birthday) (May 12)

Tuesday, May 12th, 2015

My lim’rick obsession’s severe;
I write rhymes night and day ev’ry year.
My addiction is brutal.
Resistance is futile…
And I warrant the fault lies with Lear.

Happy birthday, Edward Lear, and Happy Limerick Day!

Redundant Limerick

Sunday, May 3rd, 2015

Redundant Limerick
By Madeleine Begun Kane

I avow and aver and declare
And affirm and attest and I swear:
The redundancy flaw
From practicing law
Ain’t impairing my lim’ricks. So there!

Nothing Cryptic Here (Limerick)

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2015

Nothing Cryptic Here (Limerick)
By Madeleine Begun Kane

Dear poet, your verse is opaque.
To decipher it makes my head ache.
Being cryptic’s okay,
If it ain’t just a way
To feign wisdom while being a fake.

Eight Lines On Demand (Updated)

Tuesday, April 21st, 2015

A verse of eight lines
has been ordered today.
So a lim’rick won’t fit.
Must I really obey?

I’ve already done five.
Counting this one, it’s six.
Since I’ve traveled this far,
guess I’ll finish, for kicks.

(DVerse Poets asks for 8-line poems today.)

UPDATE: I just realized that today’s double dactyl for John Mortimer (of Rumpole fame) also fits the bill:

Higgledy Piggledy
John Clifford Mortimer
Barrister, Author,
Rumpolian wit.

Bailey, his bailiwick
He and his Horace sure
Loved to acquit.

Fair Game

Monday, April 6th, 2015

Fair Game
By Madeleine Begun Kane

I would never purport
to engage in a sport
unless mockery counts;
I do massive amounts.

I make comments in sport
that make some people snort.
I’m unsporting, some claim,
When at pols I take aim.

But those pols are fair game.
Their behavior’s to blame,
And they reap what they sow.
So it’s on with the show.

My political humor is on my other blog.

Beauty Ain’t My Thing (Limerick)

Tuesday, March 24th, 2015

Beauty Ain’t My Thing
By Madeleine Begun Kane

I’ve been told to write verse filled with beauty
Stuff that some folks call snooty or fruity.
But my talent is rhyme,
And to ask for “sublime”
Is for me a ridiculous duty.

A Limerick Rush

Tuesday, March 24th, 2015

A Limerick Rush
By Madeleine Begun Kane

I really should try not to rush;
When I hurry, my mind turns to mush,
And I’m likely to write
Something foolish or trite–
Verbal blight which just might make me blush.

A Glimmer Of A Limerick

Tuesday, March 10th, 2015

A Glimmer Of A Limerick
By Madeleine Begun Kane

I’ve a limerick notion — a glimmer.
It’s shimmering. Damn! Now it’s dimmer.
My brain’s covered with frost,
And my rhyme primer’s lost.
My slim odds of success have grown grimmer.