Thursday, October 11, 2007

Puttin’ on the Doggerel

Today’s trio of crime-fiction limericks all come from the colder, northern reaches of the United States. The first was penned by Wausau, Wisconsin, resident Karyn Powers:
As a “protag,” I favor the guy
Who wakes up with mud in his eye
And blood on his clothes from
His collar to toes
With nary a clue as to why.
Then we have two by Sandra Seamans of Northeast Pennsylvania. The first, which she warns “might be too naughty” for publication is titled “Menopausal Prostitute”:
There was an old lady from Meade
Who was tired of bending her knees.
So she got her a knife
And started to slice.
Within hours her evenings were free.
Seamans’ second entry, “Irish Blues,” begins with the line I used to head my original post about crime-fiction limericks:
There once was a gumshoe so green
That he came close to losing his spleen.
He chased down a thug
Who rearranged his mug
For the love of a winsome colleen.
Please continue to e-mail your best original limericks here.

3 comments:

Peter Rozovsky said...

Damn, but that first one is good. It even scans well.
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J. Kingston Pierce said...

You ought to try writing one of these limericks yourself, Peter. It can be a lot of fun. -- Jeff

Peter Rozovsky said...

I've tried, and I intend to keep trying! I'll let you know when I succeed.

I once wrote a haiku about a boozy Quizzo game, so a crime-fiction limerick should be a day at the beach.
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Detectives Beyond Borders
"Because Murder Is More Fun Away From Home"
http://detectivesbeyondborders.blogspot.com