The man who sells ice cream has a cold (and other limericks)

by Cade

Published March 17, 2007

We wrote limericks in Creative Writing yesterday to celebrate St. Patty's Day. Enjoy?

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One day I met a man from Great Britain
Upon an ice cream truck a-sittin’
He sold me the sugar
Then sneezed up a booger
And wiped off the cone with a mitten

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There once was a man from the ocean
Who sold bottles of silky-soft lotion
Poured some on a dish
To give to a fish
But the lotion was a dangerous potion

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Today I saw a frog with a top hat
Who thought that his dear wife was too fat
He gave her a book
And a terrible look
And soon his wife’s tummy was real flat

Comments & reviews · 2
parker-c-penne wrote a review Review · Mar 17, 2007

Hey,

Just a few things!

1. It's Paddys day! Not "Patty's" day. Patty is a womans name! I'm from Ireland, I should know! As a matter of fact I come from the city of Limerick, and it may interest you to know that there is a museum dedicated to these nonsensicle poems in our town centre.

2. They were poor Limericks and had very little flow to them. They were creative, I'll give you that and I liked that you tried to incorporate more adult language in them, but unfortunately it doesn't work. Complexity=bad limerick!

3. P.O.I.: Limericks naturally occur in the Irish language which is strongly poetic. Ta me liofa as Gaeilge(I'm fluent in Irish)! Just taught I'd add that in!

4. Have a nice Paddy's day! Try not to drink to much! I, on the other hand have no choice but to continue on a proud tradition: Guinness, Whiskey, etc

Here's a short rhyme (I didn't make up, but I'm sure it'll put you in the mood):
One Tequila,
Two Tequila,
Three Tequila,
FLOOR!

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Emerson wrote a review Review · Mar 17, 2007

They're very cute, and childish ;-) I love them.

But your all too noticeable lack of dialog hurts them. Punctuate :-D I know you know better than this!

Oh: and "There once was a man" seems cliché.

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who kept all his cash in a bucket.

But his daughter, named Nan,
Ran away with a man

And as for the bucket, Nantucket.


But of course you could leave it as is, and be without problem, I'm sure.



Besides, if you want perfection, write a haiku. Anything longer is bound to have some passages that don't work as well as they might.
— Philip Pullman