Your Weekly Politickle: RADIO SILENCE

Feel free to publish, post, or pass on Your Weekly Politickle by F.R. Duplantier:

RADIO SILENCE
If you want to stay focused, you might
Leave the radio off for the night,
Lest the words of a song
(“I’ve been loving you too long”)
Wiggle-worm their way in as you write.

Lagniappe

SUBVERSIVE
Wait a minute! Something’s wrong!
Words are here that don’t belong!
This bit’s not mine,
This particular line:
It’s a lyric from a song!

From the archive

LIGHT VERSE
Although limericks often depend
On coarse content that’s bound to offend
And bad puns that are prone
To elicit a groan,
To what heights do they sometimes ascend!
(2020)

THE LIMERICK
It’s the silliest syllogism
And a metrical mechanism
For amusing a bloke
By telling a joke
Or conveying a witticism.
(2018)

CAVEAT LECTOR
Boat I bought had great reviews,
Couldn’t wait to take a cruise,
Launched it and – kerplunk! –
Down it went and sunk,
So beware of fake canoes.
(2017)

BLOCK
For so long I have dreaded this day
When my muse might meander away!
Now my deadline has come
And I feel really dumb,
‘Cause I find I have nothing to say.
(2013)

LIME SCHEME
A perfectionist poet was picky
And found writing light verse rather tricky,
So he sought inspiration
From an apt distillation
In a perfectly punny lime rickey.
(2004)

OH, WAITER!
“What’s this fly doing in my soup?”
I demand with my spoon in mid-scoop.
The response I receive:
“Backstroke, I believe.”
To what depths will the wry waiter stoop!
(2002)

THE LONG & SHORT OF IT
Let iambs and anapests meet,
Dactyls and trochees compete,
But give yourself time
To get to each rhyme
Or you’re bound to trip over your feet.
(2002)

INTELLIGENT DESIGN
Did this limerick just appear?
Was this limerick always here?
Surely you know it
Betokens a poet
Like Duplantier, Nash, or Lear.
(2001)

INCOMPLETE LIMERICK
You may think that I’m pulling a prank,
But I’m trying my best to be frank:
In my search for a rhyme
I have run out of time,
So you’ll just have to fill in the ___.
(2000)

SHTICK BUG
Riddles and puns are my play:
Who’s on first, I sensibly say,
And I know why a duck,
But I fear that I’m stuck
When the question is, Y2K.
(1999)

Last week’s limerick

GOAD
I may strike you as rude and uncouth,
But I’ve acted like that from my youth:
If the things that I say
Make you mad, walk away
And you won’t have to deal with the truth.

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