Date: between 11/21/97 and 02/01/98
Setting: Senior year of college
Form: Not a Limerick
There was a young man from France
Who didn’t know how to dance.
He went to a fair
On his lovely mare
And boogied when struck by a lance.
There once was a girl named Jessie
Whose hair was very messy,
Until one day
In the middle of May
She met the lockness, Nessie.
Notes: I wrote this long before I ever truly explored meter in form. I had a basic understanding that there had to be a certain type of beat that went with limericks when I attempted these two quite pitiful (meter-wise) entities. As far as meter is concerned, I did not really explore that until I wrote my first sonnet about eight years or so ago. Even that was only a brief meeting. Not until this blog did I begin to really delve into meter.
As for limericks, this past month or so I came across a blog (Mad Kane's Humor Blog) that challenge readers to partake in a little limerick fun. It was from here that I realize how truly awful my initial attempts were. Since these two, I have written three limericks that fit the form a bit better. It is definitely an interesting form.
Artifact I: Original writing (torn from a notebook I used for one of my college classes)
Artifact II - IV: Limericks inspired by challenge