In the interest of preserving conjugal felicity, I decided to forgo a full blog entry this week. Patrick and I are in Nantucket to celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary. Since he and I spend enough time at home patiently waiting for the other to detach his/her eyes from a monitor, I thought I would offer a brief pictorial and present a challenge instead:
You are familiar with Nantucket and limericks, right? (If not, a quick Google will tell you all you need to know.) Should the creative urge strike you, compose a Nantucket limerick. Or a limerick about any subject. I'm on vacation.
Leave your limerick here as a comment. If you want to collaborate with other writers, contribute one line and see what happens.
There will be recognition and prizes for all participants. At the very least, I promise to oooh and aaah.
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6 comments:
Nantucket inspires much rhyming.
In everybody is chiming.
My scansion is right
And my diction is tight
But I’m decades delayed in the timing.
Nantucket, they say, is an island.
At po’sy thereon I’ll try my hand.
I’ve been to Cape Cod
And to Martha’s Vin-yahd,
But know less about ’tucket than Thailand.
Everyone appreciates a tight diction.
Not to mention delayed timing.
There are places in old Massachusetts
Where it’s bad when the sun on a Jew sets.
(You take it from there.)
There are places in old Massachusetts
Where it’s bad when the sun on a Jew sets.
They don't like outsiders
And treat them like spiders
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