CPC POETRY CHALLENGE PREVIEW: The Friday Fling Is Thinkin’ About Drinkin’ on St. Partick’s Day Eve!
This is a Special preview for the CPC Friday Fling poetry challenge. Poems should be posted there after the challenge opens Thursday at 9 PM EDT.
Friday Fling #172 March 16th 2012
Saturday is the 17th and that means St. Patrick’s Day! We’ve celebrated the Irish quite a bit on St. Pat’s Days past. This time we thought we’d poke a bit of poetic fun at this famous day of celebration and do some thinkin’ about drinkin’!
Personal stories about imbibing on St. Patrick’s Days of yore. Poems about others’ tippling. Imaginary poetic tales.
To add yet more Irish flavor to this challenge, we’re going to be looking for Limericks! The limerick is THE most famous Irish literary form save perhaps for the novel. It is also a format you are LEAST likely to need instruction in, since it is often the delivery vehicle for popular humor. But to briefly review, a Limerick is a five line poem in with a fairly strict syllable count, meter and rhymescheme. The first two lines rhyme and usually consist of about nine syllables each. The third and fourth lines rhyme and have fewer syllables than the first two, generally between five and seven each. The last line rhymes with and is as long as the first two.
Limericks are usually written as jokes. The first line introduces the topic, usually a person, often from somewhere. Such as “There was a young lass from Nantucket.” The second line explains some important detail such as: “who painted a KFC bucket.” The third and fourth lines set up the joke such as: “But at the art show/she noted, with woe:” The last line is the punchline, such as: “My art laid an egg. Oh well, cluck it!”
This week the Friday Fling writes Limericks about the consumption of alcoholic beverages on St. Patrick’s Day!
Be sure to save time to read and comment soberly on your fellow Pals’ insights into imbibing. Then go and…well…you know…well hey it’s St. Patrick’s Day weekend! Just be sure you have a designated muse – er driver – handy.
Fickle Finger of Fate Award for March 9th
Congratulations Sonnets!
I knew and old lady from Kearney
whom everyone thought full of blarney.
She bragged how she could drink
and then said with a wink,
“I learned at a Killarney carny!”
Copyright March 13th 2012 RGD
There once was a creature obnoxious
Who drank until he was unconscious
But then when he awoke
he thought it was a joke
when he farted and it was not noxious.
After several tries from getting logged off I finally made it here. 😡 but now I’m smiling! 😀 I love Limericks (((Bob)))! See you at the Fling! :love: :love: