Carrion in Marion?
by Glenn Currier
On the barstool near Fred was ole Marion
and his flatulence sounded so clarion
that it roused all the boozers
and stirred the accusers
who expelled the loud smelly barbarian.
Author's Note: A response to the Limerick Challenge from Marion M. Burkett. However.... just found out Marion is a SHE. Now this poem seems just a tad indelicate... or am I just sexist? Well, limericks are SUPPOSED to be gross, right? I was just being true to the form. Anyway, SHE wrote...
There once was a man name Fred /
His friends thought him certainly dead /
But to their surprise /
There was no demise /
He's asleep on his barstool instead.
Posted on 03/19/2003
Copyright © 2019 Glenn Currier
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/19/03 at 02:21 PM|
hehe...was that you sitting quietly in the corner of The Royal Oak Monday Night (St. Patrick's Day)? Good response Glenn.
|Posted by Anne Engelen on 03/19/03 at 05:37 PM|
Rofl...good response to the challenge Glenn. Funny!!!
|Posted by Charles E Minshall on 03/19/03 at 07:27 PM|
|Posted by Jack Lanier on 03/20/03 at 01:50 AM|
Sounds like 6th Street in Austin, Glenn. Jack :)
|Posted by Rhodora M Fitzgerald on 03/21/03 at 06:08 PM|
Some great rhymes and a very funny read Glenn!
|Posted by Betania Tesch on 03/22/03 at 07:57 PM|
|Posted by Ashok Sharda on 03/23/03 at 04:16 PM|
You have started deriving pleasure ( instead of meaning haha) from your own writing, it seems. In any case, laughter is a positive emotion. So, thanks Glenn.