What Is A Limerick- How To Write One!

What Is A Limerick?

A limerick is a famous and humorous type of poetry written for the purpose of humour.

Although the origination of the limerick is unknown but one of the most popular limerick composer Edward Lear gave rise this form. Even, Edward published his popular book known as "A book of none sense"and he's known for his remarkable work ever since.

A traditional limerick;

Contains a single stanza.
Each stanza is composed of five lines.
The poem follows anapestic meter.
The strictly follows a rhyme scheme which is AABBA.
the first, second and the fifth line contains seven to ten syllables.
the first, second and the fifth line must rhyme.
the third and fourth contains five to seven syllables.

The following given below are three limericks, following the above given rules.

Trio Of Limericks

Limerick 1- One Reason

“An apple a day keeps doctor away”,
For years or just one day?
Then I’d have a thousand reasons,
To hate worms in summer season,
As to eat a rotten apple one day!

Limerick 2- On Beach

Idyllic summer on seashore and beach,
Champagne and dulcet juice of peach,
Parched like dunes of sand,
Sitting-up, with grit in hand,
Still too far from an arm reach!

Limerick 3- Lost Things

Tell me where I lost my glue,
O dear life give me just one clue,
A long story was to end when,
Thine pen broke in the middle then,
Oh! did you lost the other one too?

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