This is my first submission to this challenge, and I enjoyed it so much my limerick turned into a three-stanza poem. The first line, however, is the same, as per the rule, and the following stanzas follow the same subject, with an almost-repetition of the first line at the beginning of the third stanza.
THE LAMER HALL-OF-FAMER
A fellow was way off his game
And nothing was ever the same
He could not find the ball
It was nowhere at all
So that was the end of his fame.
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His number would not be retired
As a coach he’d never be hired
No, you can’t lead a game
Without talents the same
As those you have always admired.
Oh yes, he was way off his gameTo fame he could not lay a claim
He’d not be in the hall
With the winners and all
Enshrined by the shirt with his name.
© Kay Davies, 2012
5 comments:
Well, as the daughter of an Irishman I appreciate a good limerick :)
I can identify with this guy...If it's a game involving a ball, I'm terrible at it. This is a way cute and clever threesome of limericks, Kay.
I'd not asked Jerry for a Succinctly Yours story this week because I thought 4 would be too many, but due to all the fan requests, I asked him for his microfiction and he quickly whipped one out. He actually did not watch the SuperBowl as none of his teams were in it.
Love these...I have tried writing them...mine well..suck...lol
This is great!
love this limerick.. have always loved reading them.. but my trials at writing them have proved to be just that - real trials!!
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