Limericks

So, the first semester is over and we are no longer all in the same government class. I'm not sure when we'll get the chance to write together again, but for now I'll just post the rest of the poems I have waiting.
We had a bout of limerick-writing one period.With four of us writing, the rotation allowed for one person to start and end a limerick, and for everyone else to have one line per poem. While reading, be advised that each separate stanza is in fact an entirely different limerick. As a reminder: Damon Michaela Kristin Andrew

Limericks

There once was a woman from Wales

Who developed a soft bunny tail

With a large pair of antlers to match,

Her Christmas sweater's patch

Was colored the exact same shade as her nails

The man I loved; his name was Sam

But the truth I found; he was a sham

He gambled and cheated

And lies he bleated

Rather like a most obnoxious lamb

     oh damn!

I found a most unsavory smell

At the bottom of a deep, dark well

So I peered down

Wearing a frown

I tripped and down to hell,

    I fell.

The time has come to drink some rum

So hurry up and get me some

Some gin too!

But just don't spew

'Cause then I'll run and spank your bum

New Players and Poem the First

Luckily for us, it seems that it's not only AP Spanish that allows for poetic creativity, but also the lovely AP Econ/AP Government combo. I now have a small collection of partner poems from that stimulating class, and I figured it was time to post them. Two more people have joined Damon and me in the poetry pass-around, Kristin and Andrew. Perhaps I will begin posting the rest of the poems with some sort of weekly regularity, as if this were one of those blogs where people sit there refreshing the page, impatient for the next update. I can dream. Anyways, I figured I'd begin with one all four us us wrote, so without further ado...

Poem the First (of 12th grade)

He feels sad,

really quite bad

though he's had

fun, he is mad.

Dared to steal that woman's purse

Now he'll have to live with curse

Her voodoo magic will carry out

The punishments he's heard so much about

It had been so easy

to look so sleazy

his gelled hair carried clout

but it was harder to carry it out

Fancy dress and smooth drawl

Seducing her had been a ball

All the while never knowing

That into his doom he was going

He knew right when the trap was sprung,

Like when you knew you have been stung

on the hand when you go to grab a flower

Or when there starts a sudden shower.

She'd made him infertile

Like an old, sad turtle

The sex was something

But his wife bore nothing