A Limerick A Day – Day 16 & 17 – For Better or Verse



Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

The midway mark of my foolhardy ambitious Limerick-A-Day challenge has passed – and the rhymes keep coming, albeit sometimes a bit belatedly.

Because my kids and I just got back last night from our Spring Break road trip after driving most of the day, yesterday’s and today’s posts have been combined into one post with two limericks. The second one was inspired by being in Colorado, where the legalization of marijuana is still making headlines in the Mile-High City, appropriately enough.


For Better or Verse

Half a month gone, for better or worse,
And I’ve written some limericks diverse –
Now it’s St. Patty’s Day
And though rhyme doesn’t pay,
I just figured that I’d risk a verse.


Pot of Gold

A leprechaun, wizened and old,
Had retirement plans rather bold:
Spend what money he’d got
All just to grow pot –
Now he’s turned all that green into gold.

©2013 Carlotta Eike Stankiewicz



I Once Wrote a Blog Post a Day…

Limerick pic

In March, my mind turns to Spring Break, St. Patrick’s Day and…limericks.


There once was a mom with a dog

And two daughters; so goes our prologue.

Swamped with dog and with kids

And a job, she then did

What such moms do: she started a blog.

–Carlotta Stankiewicz


I’m a big fan of this type of verse; two of my favorite writers, Ogden Nash and Isaac Asimov, were wonderfully skilled in the art of the limerick. And now, because I’ve been slacking in my creation of new Well-Versed Mom content, I’ve challenged myself to post a limerick a day during March — starting today, March 2.

I plan to feature topics in keeping with the theme of this blog — topics like, oh, say…breastfeeding. Or…snotty kids.

Most will be my own concoctions, some will be literary blasts from the past and some will be guest posts (if you’re interested in contributing, let me know; no previous limerick experience necessary).

Of course, many purveyors of these poems contend that a successful limerick must be naughty in nature.


The limerick packs laughs anatomical

Into space that is quite economical,

But the good ones I’ve seen

So seldom are clean,

And the clean ones so seldom are comical.



However, because this is a family-friendly blog, you’ll have to look elsewhere for an appearance by anyone from Nantucket.


It needn’t have ribaldry’s taint

Or strive to make everyone faint.

There’s a type that’s demure

And perfectly pure,

Though it helps quite a lot if it ain’t.

–Don Marquis


Before we start, a bit of history: many credit an Englishman, Edward Lear, with the invention of the limerick, though it existed in various forms long before his 1846 Book of Nonsense popularized it.


The limerick’s birth is unclear;

Its genesis owed much to Lear.

It started as clean,

But soon went obscene,

And this split haunts its later career.

–W. S. Gilbert


Furthermore, the origin of the name “limerick” is hotly debated among people who hotly debate such things. Some say that the poetic form began with tavern poets in Ireland, home to the city that lends its name to the verse. It also might have come from a 19th-century parlor game that featured a mention of Limerick in its playing. Whatever the case, let’s just be glad the limerick was invented, without which I might not have brought this challenge upon myself…and my readers.


“In March,” I vowed, “One post per day!”

To keep writer’s block far at bay.

Yet as Day Two goes by

I am wondering if I

Should postpone this March challenge till May…



Sharing o’ the Green

My kids and I are in Colorado for Spring Break.

And, as Murphy’s Law would have it, we’ve all come down with some fabulous and phlegmy illness.

My youngest missed our second day of skiing yesterday, and today she and her older sister sound like refugees from a TB ward.

We’re still celebrating St. Patrick’s Day, although we’re bummed that we can’t partake of the festivities like healthy folks.

You might say we’re green with envy…


Sharing o’ the Green

On St. Patty’s, avoiding that pinch
Requires wearing some green (like the Grinch) —
But if off on Spring Break
Green clothes you didn’t take,
There’s not much you can do that’s a cinch.

And this Spring Break the colds that we caught
Make apparent the green that we’ve got
Isn’t emerald flair,
Much less something you wear;
It ain’t quite what you’d think — no, it’s snot.


©2012 Carlotta Eike O’Stankiewicz