Poetry Wars (Limericks)

A lim’rick once spoke to a sonnet- “Go choke on your la-di-da bonnet! You’re wholly unfit for conjuring wit, to those seeking laughter, I’m on it!” The sonnet said: “You may be faster, but those craving depth call me master. We all know I am The Queen of iamb while you’re just a raunchy disaster.” This commotion awoke the acrostic, after years of neglect made him caustic. You don’t have to write well, if you think you can spell. Is this poetry? Some are agnostic… A magician flew in from Sri Lanka, versed in poetry’s complex lingua franca. He took a Haiku then added a few more lines and *Poof* it’s a Tanka! "Huzzah!" Cried the glorious ballad that lets you transform verbal salad to something divine! Four beats to a line makes grandiose drivel sound valid. Now the fiendishly hard villanelle has emerged from some crevasse of Hell and I’m feeling the urge to restate its emerge- It emerged from some crevasse of Hell! “Perhaps you should all drink some liquor as enzyme to help break down quicker this meter and rhyme… O, that’d be sublime!” Spoke free verse – anarchy’s vicar.

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My muse can be unseemly and nomadic although she fancies meter and good rhyme, her diligence and output are sporadic, and some may say she’s moving past her prime. At times she’s off consorting with the sages reflecting on existence, as it were, At...

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