Scent Of A Rose
Nothing compares, I suppose
to the natural scent of a rose.
The scent is so sweet
that I find it a treat
to hold it up close to my nose.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Meridian (220.127.116.11) -- Wednesday, December 20 2006, 09:11 pm|
You're already mastering the chronological and sequential order of a limmerick! Go 'head pal! Nicely written...
I heard from my baby-sitter
Roses smell bitter
I said "is that so?"
And she replied, "yo"
"They smell like cat litter"
|Bipedalguy (18.104.22.168) -- Wednesday, December 20 2006, 09:57 pm|
My aim is to write a book that explains exactly what a Limerick is, and what the rules for Limericks are. (i.e. aabba, and rhythm, etc.) Also some handy tricks to help in writing them. Every paragraph in this book would be an actual Limerick, and the book's name (on the cover) would also be a simple Limerick.
I like the one you provided in your comments.
|Meridian (22.214.171.124) -- Friday, December 22 2006, 07:29 pm|
Merry Christmas to you. I hear "Happy Holidays" so much it makes my head spin. Why take Christ out of Christmas. Who will be offended?
|Bipedalguy (126.96.36.199) -- Saturday, December 23 2006, 12:31 am|
There, I've said it again. I'm glad you like to see this, and thanks for saying it to me. In my own experience, those who follow another faith don't seem to be offended.
|barb (188.8.131.52) -- Saturday, December 23 2006, 11:07 pm|
Your writing shows that you appreciate the natural things in life . I enjoy poems like this , no dancing around it gets right to the punch. Very nice.
|Catyrose (184.108.40.206) -- Sunday, December 24 2006, 11:47 am|
you get that book published. I enjoy reading all your limericks. This one was especially nice. As Barb said, I too appreciate nature and you captured the essence of the rose very nicely, made me want to find one to place under my nose as well :)
|Bipedalguy (220.127.116.11) -- Sunday, December 24 2006, 02:05 pm|
One thing I like better than the scent of a rose is the taste of a good peach. It's hard to find a good one at the grocery. They take them from the tree before they have developed enough to have any chance of ripening.
Merry Christmas, Catyrose, Barb and again to Meridian.
|Renee Berke (18.104.22.168) -- Sunday, August 24 2008, 04:15 pm|
You do write well, Bip.
|shiloh (22.214.171.124) -- Monday, August 25 2008, 06:14 am|
ok, now you have to write a limerick about a peach. c'mon... you can do it!
|Bipedalguy (126.96.36.199) -- Monday, August 25 2008, 01:23 pm|
Thanks for your kind comment, Renee.
Shiloh, I'm considering a peach Limerick, since you presented me with the challenge.
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