Comments on: 2018 metamorphosism.com International St. Valentine’s Day Limerick Contest

By: KayO

KayO — Tue, 13 Feb 2018 22:58:29 +0000

P.S. I just lost it over Perry’s Cormac McCarthy piece

By: KayO

KayO — Tue, 13 Feb 2018 22:47:09 +0000

My last-minute entries are not
Any kind of nefarious plot.
Just wanted to play
And idly delay
The daily assignment onslaught.

By: KayO

KayO — Tue, 13 Feb 2018 22:31:01 +0000

There once was a painting in Texas
That entered my heart’s very nexus.
It burned and it wounded;
Like Stendahl I swooneded,
From blows to the soul’s solar plexus.

By: KayO

KayO — Tue, 13 Feb 2018 22:22:51 +0000

It was last year, the day of All Saints,
When I first met Oulipo constraints.
And so NANOWRIMO
Took up much less time-o,
Thus silencing all my complaints.

By: KayO

KayO — Tue, 13 Feb 2018 22:07:54 +0000

Wittgenstein had expectations
That logic would lead to mutations.
In vain would he preach
Conclusions to reach,
So he settled for “Investigations.”

By: KayO

KayO — Tue, 13 Feb 2018 21:57:57 +0000

The portrait appeared as a herald –
So warmly composed and appareled –
A magical spell,
It must be Michelle
Obama, by Ms. Amy Sherald.

By: Perry Iles

Perry Iles — Tue, 13 Feb 2018 12:39:01 +0000

There once was a large ginger cat
Who actually sat on the mat
When they questioned its ways
It shrugged and said “Hey,
I’m a cliche, so sue me, you twat.’

By: Perry Iles

Perry Iles — Mon, 05 Feb 2018 16:42:43 +0000

I’m a pedantic old fucker, it’s true
But a rose can be any old hue
They aren’t always red
Especially when dead
And violets are violet, not blue

By: Kimmy Alan

Kimmy Alan — Mon, 05 Feb 2018 06:41:35 +0000

A POOR YOUNG MAN

A young man died in Afghanistan
For an arrogant orangutan
Who he thought cared
For those who served
But chimp really didn’t give a damn

By: Kimmy Alan

Kimmy Alan — Mon, 05 Feb 2018 05:54:32 +0000

IRVINE VALENTINE

There once was a young woman from Irvine
Who had never received a Valentine
Till she wore a short skirt
And she began to flirt
Then she received one million ninety nine

By: Perry Iles

Perry Iles — Wed, 31 Jan 2018 14:13:58 +0000

If Cormac McCarthy wrote limericks
He’d add death and all sort of grimmer tricks
His dark, gloomy rhymes
Would reflect crueller times
And then he’d abandon all pretence of form and function and finish up telling us how everyone we’ve ever loved is going to die friendless and alone except for horses

By: Perry Iles

Perry Iles — Tue, 30 Jan 2018 16:52:33 +0000

Old Donald can’t spot an acrostic
But conspiracy theories are caustic
A well-hidden word
Muttered once, or misheard
Always sticks to the grapevine like Bostic

By: Perry Iles

Perry Iles — Tue, 30 Jan 2018 16:34:52 +0000

Old Donald’s a bit of a twat
In the White House he kneels on the mat
Amusing himself
By abusing himself
And catching his jizz in his hat

By: Perry Iles

Perry Iles — Tue, 30 Jan 2018 16:30:20 +0000

He’ll fuck anyone any way
In every position, he’ll say
But the insecure fool
Thinks his poor little tool
Will drop off at the first hint of gay
ness

By: Perry Iles

Perry Iles — Tue, 30 Jan 2018 16:21:16 +0000

A poor little choirboy from Devon
Was abused in the vestry by seven
Vile catholic priests
The disgusting old beasts
Their doctrine came straight down from heaven.