Limericks by Cardiogirl
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The other day I was surfing the web and found some limericks at Ken Armstrong’s site. He’s a fan of the medium and shared the one that has stuck with him since the age of 12.
The next day he proposed a contest of sorts in his comment section. I’m not up for a contest and I have nothing to give the winner. (Dammit, I’m still composing in that cadence.) But it looked like a lot of fun. So I thought I’d throw my hat into the ring and try to write a few about my blog friends.
I had to take some poetic license, but I decided to go for it anyway. So without further ado, I give you Limericks by Cardiogirl.
Les from Where the Walls are Soft
There once was a shet bag named Les
Who wrote tales of Ruby, the best
They’re both born Canuk
Their lives are a book
Their outlook on life is the best
Natural from Thinking Out Loud
There once was a chick named Val
To me her blog was a pal
Her tongue full of wit
Her mind thought to quit
If she did, her readers would wail
Lin from Duck and Wheel With String
There once was a cat named Hobbes
Whose owner was far from a snob
She writes with aplomb
Of that she has shown
But the cat I want to call Bob
Bluesleepy from The Mind of Bluesleepy
There once was a chick named Blue
Whose cat the tot socks would strew
A heart full of gold
Though not that old
She’s among the best friends I knew
There once was a gal named Cate
Who married her best friend Nate
They live in England
They’re accents are grand
Together they are soul mates
And then I wondered if I could come up with something witty about myself. I’m not sure of the results, but this is what I have.
My Converse low tops I love
They’re peace on my soles — a dove
Some days are better
Some days are worse
But in low tops I rise above
I sweat in droves at the gym
My only goal — to be thin
Will I beat Muriel
If I do, I might yell
“Old lady I fin’lly win!”
If I missed you, be glad. These are hard to do and I’m not sure I’ve done justice to the ones I have written.
And if you feel like writing one up about your favorite blogger, please add it in the Lounge and link to their site. Then we can all find some new bloggers to read. Oh! And then we can all hang out at the new blogger’s pad and have a party in his or her comments. Wouldn’t that be fun?
Have at it!
I have enough trouble speaking: poetry is beyond me, lol.
Oh, alright.
Oh my gosh. Just thinking about doing this at four in the morning makes my head hurt! Actually, I probably wouldn’t be able to do it at four in the afternoon either. Poetry and other such restricting writing forms has never been my thing. I’m so much better at the “rambling prose” format! **HUGS!!**
You *are* a night owl, Chris. Damn sister. I certainly don’t expect you to come up with prose that early in the morning. I actually prefer a haiku, if forced to create poetry. (I don’t really care for poetry in general — never have.)
Wow! A poet too? You are definitely my hero now. What’s ironic about my poem is that I actually had a cat named “Bob” when I was in high school. And it was a female. So me, isn’t it?
I think I’ll bail on the limerick thingy ‘cuz I’ll be really really busy today not watching or watching the inauguration. That and trying to get the darn milk ring OFF the milk carton for the cat. Besides, you put me to shame, girl!
Wellll, I don’t think I can throw on my black beret and call myself a poet just yet. Besides, I don’t have a hat head. Get out of here! You had a cat named Bob? I love that it was a chick cat and her name was Bob. Kinda like a boy named Sue, eh?
Thanks for poppin’ in and give that milk ring a throw for me, while you’re at it :)
Wow, those limericks are awesome! (Also you made me blush, but that’s beside the point.) I especially love the one you did for yourself because you really do rise above in your Converse. I would love to come up with a few for my best blog buds, of which you are one, of course. I just don’t have the creativity for it!
I thought of you yesterday. I have a new friend over on Flickr — and she got married in a beautiful white dress, but there were pink Converse low-tops on her feet!! She even embroidered her wedding date on them beforehand. I figured you would highly approve.
C’mon, clutch dawg! Damn, I wish I had thought of that when I was writing yours. A lot of things rhyme with dog. Oh well.
Man, that’s really the only regret I have in life — if I get a do-over I’m getting married in Converse like that chick did. Oh yeah, she gets two thumbs up and do you have her link so I can take a peek?
He he, I *love* it! Especially how you have to put the stress on the second half of EngLAND to make it work. So cute.
And your one about yourself is brilliant too. Ah, I’m all smiles :)
It’s funny you mention that, Cate. I tried to look up words that rhyme with “lund” because that’s how I normally pronounce England, but there wasn’t much. I actually got hung up on yours this morning. I was running dangerously late on my morning routine trying to get around “lund.” I’m glad you noticed and appreciated that, chica!
And I actually think I might scream across the gym, “I beat your ASS!” if I ever beat Muriel. Let’s hope I never beat her.
There once was a woman named CG
Whose blog I find rather peachy
Her lowtops change
to show emotional range
Yet the content still remains PG
Yeah, I suck, but it’s really hard to rhyme CG or Cardiogirl:)
No WAY Kari! You rock like a hurricane, sister. That’s awesome!
When I first read it I *thought* you wrote “preachy” instead of “peachy.” And I was like, “What? Am I too preachy? I’m not trying to jam my beliefs down anyone’s throats.” Then I, uh, re-read it and smiled ear to ear. Thanks — this was fun!
say what?
say who?
the woman with a blog
whose mascot is a shoe
cardiogirl’s the name
she can’t be outdone
she’s my favorite blogger
19% body fat, 100% fun
when she wears her converse
she sports them low
signaling, no doubt
she’s good to go
say what?
say who?
the woman with a blog
whose mascot is a shoe
(jazz snaps snaps snaps )
nope i’m not wrapped too tight. girllll, the one you wrote for me is pretty good. i think i like that one best. lol
That.
Was.
OutSTANDING, Natural!
I have to say I am in LOVE with your JAZZ SNAPS! I wish I thought of that! I’m going to throw some actual jazz snaps into my life from now on. I’m gonna tell the kids tomorrow morning, “Time to put clothes on (jazz snaps snaps). Let’s boogie (jazz snaps snaps.)”
Oh yeah, that’s got some life to it.
There once was a woman named Jess.
Whose life had become quite a mess.
But she saved her own soul
And loved herself whole
Till at last she found real happiness.
That is actually about a friend of mine. Cate knows her too. :)
Your limerick about Cate was funny too. And the one about you and Muriel hahaha.
That’s great, Melissa! You have the rhythm down. Now we need to link to her site.
Just realized who’s who. Here’s here site: http://www.smfhilda.blogspot.com
I love you, Meli. Seriously. I think the same words could apply to you as well.
Hi Cardiogirl! I’ve seen you about, but been afraid of your site. As I am far from zero% bodyfat, and I doubt even the wedding would ever motivate me to become so. Cute limericks.
(jumps and waves) Hi Brunhilda welcome to the VIP Lounge (my comment section)! I’ve seen you hangin’ around as well.
Oh, pshaw! (whispers) my body fat isn’t really that low, it’s sort of a goal/vision, but don’t tell anyone. So clearly Melissa was talking about you in the previous comment, so I’ll add your web address up there and then we call all hop on over.
Thanks for stopping by!
Oh man, that is all you. I could do poetry in high school but… it was mostly angsty and limericks seem kinda happy.
Now, of course, I want to try to write a depressing limerick. Just ’cause I like to hang on the smallest detail. I’ll let you know how that works out for me :)
Betch, are you the coolest, or what?! Yes. Yes, you are.
Thanks for the immortalization.
Hey betch — you’re no one until you’ve been immortalized!
And I *am* a cool shet bag, if I do say so myself.
Oh man, I just started school again today and now I have to think of limericks?! There’s only so much a girl can handle, especially when you forget to review for the second half of A&P…
I know. It’s a tall order and surprisingly difficult. I really didn’t think it would be that hard — shows what I know. Um, what’s A&P stand for?
Also, I love that you have dropped the (formerly L.) from your name and you are now the official the faux Heidi Klum here in the Lounge. Thanks for indulging me :)
There once was a Cardiogirl
and the tip of her ponytail curled
when some African chick
longed to give her a lick
she fought off the impulse to hurl
Joe, I think you are the first person to make me laugh and shudder at the same time.
The old laugh-shudder is the closest one can get to a blogasm. Hurray for me!
Full on laughter, with my mouth full of animal crackers. Kudos!
A&P=Anatomy and Physiology. I took the first half last summer, and am now quite deep in it already for the second day of classes. I think we’re already dissecting the first day of lab, which makes me regret taking the 8 AM lab that much more.
Oh, okay. And yikes on the 8 am lab. That bites.