Limericks to Learn By, hahahaha!! XD

[arisha]

It's snowing but it's the weakest snow in the world. What a joke. BLAH.

So last night I was trying to write some serious poetry for NaNoPoMo but I sorta got a little silly. Man, before this, I've only written like one successful limerick, ever. People say limericks are the lowest form of poetry, but even so, they are freakishly hard to write, says me. XD;

One of the NaNoPoMo topics we came up with was "famous historical dead person" or something like that. So I was all "urgh, I don't want to think too hard, I'll just do Marlowe" because I did some research on him when I did my Elizabethan Theatre presentation (not that limericks require extreme research or anything). Then I thought to myself, "Hmm, 'spy,' 'eye' and 'die' all rhyme, isn't that interesting." So here it is!!

Because Chris Marlowe was a spy,
Somebody thought he had to die.
They engaged in a fight,
And deep in the night,
Young Chris got a knife in the eye.

MAN, BRILLIANT.

Then I was all, "Wouldn't it be cool to write a whole bunch of limericks about the deaths of famous historical people?" So I wrote this one, which contains some of my own scientific hypothesis.

King Tut is a big part of history,
But the way that he died is a mystery.
Though I think he died
From an ache in his side,
And feet that were often too blistery.

PURE POETIC MAGIC.

The next one is a bit of a stretch, I'll admit.

There once was a man named Achilles
(Who's played by Brad Pitt in the series).
On a day that was hot,
Achilles got shot,
In the tendon that's found near your heel-ees.

Then I remembered that we get extra marks in history if we can find a creative way to teach a review lesson to the class. I absolutely love this one, though I think Tsar Nicholas II was actually shot in the head. Not the spleen. :X

Once, in the year seventeen,
Tsar Nicky was shot in the spleen.
Then Lenin took over,
And like a bulldozer,
He wiped out the monarchy clean.

AWE. SOME.

I had to be a little creative with this next one, hahaha. It comes from a conversation I had with one of my friends about stuff we were learning in history class. Asks she, "How old was Gandhi when he died?" Says me, "In his eighties, I think." Says she, "Oh. That's okay then."

Also I wrote "protestor" and then crossed it out and wrote "obsessor" and then crossed it out and wrote "militant," but that doesn't have the same ring to it! ;)

Yeah, Gandhi was quite an old lad,
But man, even so it was sad,
When a Hindu protestor
GotscaredtheMuslimsweregonnagetmorethantheydeserved,
And shot down poor Gandhi's kid's dad.

THE LAST LINE IS MY FAVOURITE.

Then I moved onto English class. XD I gave Holden a middle name, by the way. Quentin!

Holden Q. Caulfield's a whiner
Who drinks lots although he's a minor.
He spends all his days
With his wacky craze
Where he wishes the world could be kinder.

At this point my creative juices were running out (it was past midnight, man!), but I remembered that last year there was a contest in the school for Shakespeare-related limericks, and they might run it again this year, so I wrote this, but it's really really bad. I think my English teacher would be impressed with the way I slipped "vaulting ambition" in there, though. XD

Please remember when reading "Macbeth,"
He held his life above the rest.
The only thing missin'
For his vaulting ambition
Was, at the banquet, one guest.

And man, if those are some awesome bits of poetry, I don't know what is!! XDXDXDXD

I'm going to try to write some more Shakespeare ones, for the contest and all. Maybe no "Merchant of Venice" limericks; last night I spend a good half hour trying to rhyme something with "Portia." ^.~

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[arisha.livejournal.com]

BUT OH MAN YOU'RE RIGHT ACHILLES LIVES.

You can't see it but I'm crying.

;_; <----- me.

Did I tell you they're going to have portions of the Odyssey in the movie? Well they are. To "round it out" or something. Supposedly the movie ends on a happy note. -_-;

My brother says he'll see the movie with me but he refuses to sit beside me because the whole time I'll be all "Oh, that's wrong. That's wrong too. That's -- guess what? -- WRONG." So I guess you can have the honour of sitting beside me!! Yes/no?? Maybe??