There once was a small pretty birdie
Who really liked games - she was nerdy
Joining RolePlayOnline
Wasted all of her time
Now she'll be here 'til she's thirty.


Or longer.

Welcome newbie!

There once was a poet from Bliss
Who spoke with a bit of a lisp
He wrote quite a line
And kept very good time
So much that it earned him a kiss!

There once was a budgie named Pat
He liked to play games in a hat
One day he flew up
And fell in a cup
And now he complains about that

There once was a man who could fly
He would always ask questions like why
He had a very cute smile
He became a man of such beguile
And he always tried to match his lie

((This is the first time I'm doing this, tell me if I suck?))

((  Pretty good! Just remember to match the number of syllables in lines 1, 2, and 5, and then in 3 and 4. I think it's 8-9 for 1, 2, and 5, and 5-6 for 3 and 4. (Or pretty close to it, it doesn't have to be exact. Just say it out loud and listen for the rhythm. :)  ))


There lived a young gamer named Todd
Who in his friend's game would godmod
His friend said no way
You ruin my day
And then Todd was banned by a mod


(Apologies if there actually is a user named Todd.)

I once knew a tambourine man
He would go out to get a tan
"Will you walk with me?
Or sit for some tea?"
Was all he'd say before he ran

(maybe " 'fore he ran " would work better.  pretty good tho)

Yoss is an owl of course
Please don't confuse with a horse
Yoss might get sore
Or think you a bore
If you state that the owl is a horse

Athena is a fierce zombie,
A fright for all eyes to see,
She will eat your brain,
And not feel your pain,
For no zombie is fiercer than she.

There once was a zombie named Rayne
Who liked to always groan "brains"
She like also to eat
That grey matter treat
For what could be better than brains?

In the days of yore
Eating brains was a chore
We would bite and gnaw
And scratch and claw
But couldn't get past the door

I once shade a cat named Bean
Who frankly was very mean,
He'd hiss and he's spit
And have a huge fit
Unless his fur was dyed green.

I once joined a game called ASWOT
Which was a bit more than I thought
It turned out to be nice
And I get to eat mice!
Not to mention my pile of Wots.

I once had a small family,
who were stranger than any you'd see,
but the loved with their soul,
unconditional their goal,
and they mean the world to me.

I hope your family you keep
Or else you'd be likely to weep
I don't want you to cry
Or have to say "bye"
I don't want you to weep 'til you sleep

I feel like a chocolate pie
None is more sweet than I
I host baked by the best
Forget all the rest
And give my chocolate pie a try!

There one was a GM named Yoss
When he left we were at a loss
But now he is back
With threads to attack
Now we know who is boss

Fourlegged made 40k posts
And that is just simply the most
of any 'SWOT player
elect him for mayor!
Let's all lift our glass in toast

(I find that the rhythm of these takes me several edits to get correct.)

Somewhere in the Evergreen plains
Lives a witch with many aims
So many things she tries
So many white lies
O, she takes so many pains

Among all the stormy days
Comes a day with only rains
So the wingless fly
So the ageless die
Hold my hand through the harsh maze
Through these deadly darkened plains

[Did I do well?]

Not bad.  If I'm being picky, I'd say your meters don't match very well.

For example:
Somewhere in the Evergreen plains (8 syllables)
Lives a witch with many aims (7 syllables, rhythm doesn't match)

Better:
Lived a witch with some dubious aims


Really though, I wouldn't worry too much.  Do your best and have fun.

I hold a name in my heart
One made up of starving art
A dagger to me
A letter to ye
It keeps us all so apart

There once was a ducky named Cluck
Who of course liked to cluck - was a duck
He went cluck all day long
His own little song
Until Tom hit Cluck with a truck.


(Yes, I'm feeling mean today. :P)

There once was a ghost named Cluck
Whose host had been hit by a truck
Whose driver was Tom
Who went crying for mom
Since a haunting from Cluck is his luck

With rhyme I'm without luck,
One could claim that I suck,
But I persevere,
With apologies to ear,
I make people say 'What the fudge.'

OOC: Only I didn't say "Fudge." I said THE word, the big one, the queen-mother of dirty words, the "F-dash-dash-dash" word!

So I'm sorry to have said
But I am on quite the mend
feelings are naught
harsh things are sought
And feelings ever so dead

The easiest way to build a limerick is using the following formula (it's one of the most common, too.)


There once was a (two syllables) named (one syllable)
Who (description, match the above syllables - usually eight syllables, though you can change it by one)
He/She (did something, five total syllables)
(something else, five syllables again)
(Result, eight syllables)


And follow the rhyme scheme of:
A
A
B
B
A