It’s March. Time for all things green and Irish. And what could be more Irish than wordplay that is also eponymous with a county in Ireland?
Last fall we held the first Limerick Chick Contest. Click on over to read the very clever entries and to get yourself thinking in the limerick rhyme scheme. Here is the winning limerick, courtesy of Kristen at Sticky Bean.
Who set out to go and make babies
They became Stirrup Queens
Or so it would seem
Until they all wound up with scabies!
1. Use the limerick form, as in Hickory Dickory Dock.
2. Mention at least one other blog or blogger, with a link to his/her blog.
3. No entries mentioning Nantucket — it’s just too low-hanging a fruit!
4. Enter by March 9.
5. The winner will be announced on St Patrick’s Day.
6. Enter as many times as your creativity allows.
1. First post your limerick on your own blog (if you have one. No worries if you don’t).
2. Then post your limerick in a comment below, with its permalink back to your blog (if’n you have).
3. Post the Vote Button in your post and on your sidebar, and encourage others to enter and/or vote. I will email you the code when you comment (or deliver it in a comment on your blog, if I can’t easily get your email address. You can contact me at bestlightlori at the gmail place).
There is a prize. The winner will receive a 50% discount on an adoption profile review. I’m aware that not everyone will find this valuable, but since I am not in a position to donate eggs, provide cheap Repronex, or come to your house and change diapers while you take a bubble bath (Furrow), this is the best I can do. If you win and don’t need it, donate it to someone who does. Make some good karma for yourself.
Go n’eiri an t-adh leat (luck o’ the Irish to you).
A. Niobe #1
It’s Bea that she’s asked to go by
And others hasten to comply
But rather than bother
I call her The Blogger
Formerly Known As Bub And Pie.
B. Niobe #2
A blogger whose name is Niobe
Said, “Look, my name sounds like Nairobi
It isn’t ni-OBE
Doesn’t rhyme with microbe
And if you don’t like it, then blow me.”
C. Niobe #3
So, Beck’s blog is chiefly comprised
Of recipes, deftly revised,
And stories that may be
‘Bout Boy, Girl, or Baby
With WORDS that are CAPITALIZED
D. Magpie #1
I’m not one for praying or mass.
I don’t like sea bream or bass.
But I’m given to braying
A favorite saying
The apposite “this too shall pass“.
F. Kymberli #1
There is a deft writer named Niobe
who uses allegory and euphony and hyperbole.
The photography – classic,
the writing – fantastic,
though some might need use of a dictionary.
H. Niobe #4
A blog that I cannot explain
Is Amelies Welt, which contains
Both German and Eng-
Lish, but, the thing is
Amelie’s living in Spain
I. Stirrup Queens
Follistim and Menopur grow them
Lupron and Ganirelix slow them
Count them and measure
Treat each as a treasure
Follicles–can’t see them or hold them
J. Painted Maypole #1
I like to read Slouching Past Forty
Even if that fair blogger’s a shorty
I’ll forgive her that ill
since she has mad skills
I don’t care if she’s only 5’4″, see?
L. Painted Maypole #3
My reader says five hundred two
these posts, it claims, are all new.
Where to begin?
I think I’ll dig in
With the dude who writes at One Plus Two.
O. Slouching Mom #1
About books and shelves she’s quite clever
A good pun she’ll forsake almost never
One spouse puts on plays
The other spends her days
Finding people shelter, hoping it’s forever.
P. Slouching Mom #2
This blogger enjoys words and their histories
She takes photos of life’s little mysteries —
Always a practical sort
Who makes a mean torte
And whose humor is filled with morbidities.
Q. Slouching Mom #3
And this woman’s words are so lush
Her prose so dense and rich I must gush
She’s got a wee boy
Is growing more joy
Don’t tell her she’s beautiful — she’ll blush.
R. Slouching Mom #4
This lady is astoundingly prolific
She knows that I think she’s terrific
She lives where it’s hot
Suffers mishaps quite a lot
This latest catastrophe’s horrific.
X. Ms Planner
There once was a Cowboy from Portland.
Blood, needles and gore, he could not stand.
So imagine his chagrin,
When his knocked up wife said to him:
As I see it, you will be in L&D holding my hand.