From L to R, cousin Jim, brother Doug, Tom in stripes, Lucy, cousin Steve, sister Sue |
LUCY BURDETTE: It’s been a sad time in our family as we lost my dear cousin Tom to cancer last month. Since then, I’ve thought a lot about his essence. He was an academic, a professor of agriculture like his dad, my father’s brother—focusing on peanuts in particular. He was a family guy, close to his brothers and sons and granddaughters. He loved tracing lines of ancestry and sorted out our family history and helped lots of others with theirs. As you might already be able to tell in this early photo, he was the son who was most like his mother, with her wry sense of humor and love of practical jokes. He was a guest on the blog here a while back, teaching us how to write limericks. It’s such a fun post that in honor of Tom, I share it here again with you…
TOM ISLEIB: Generally, a limerick has five lines with syllable content and rhyme scheme 8a, 8a, 5b, 5b, 8a. If you read a lot of limericks, you will find that there is some variation in the numbers of syllables in lines, usually within one or two of the eight or five. As for the rhyming, I have seen some real stretches, and I think it unsporting when the fifth line simply repeats the last word of the first or second line, e.g., one attributed to Rudyard Kipling:
"There was a small boy of Quebec
Who was buried in snow to his neck.
When they said, "Are you friz?"
He replied, "Yes, I is,
But we don't call THIS cold in Quebec."
I imagine that Kipling would punch me out for calling that "unsporting."
LUCY: When you, Tom, are beginning a poem, how do you start? With the important rhyming words for lines 1, 2, and 5, or somewhere else?
TOM: I usually start with a word that is critical to the particular limerick, say, a name, and try to think of words that rhyme with it that could end lines 1, 2, and 5. Some names are hard to rhyme, for example, "Martha" (my newly married cousin) although the shortened version "Mart" or "Marty" is easier. If a critical word is difficult to rhyme, you can bury it within a line that ends with a more easily rhymed word, e.g.,
"When Martha was going to be wed
She asked, "Will it go to my head?
I caught me a mister
Then gloated to Sister.
Should I have just shacked up instead?"
LUCY: Any other tips for limerick novices?
TOM: A memorable limerick is off-color, some of them downright nasty dirty. We all know the famous dirty one about the man from Nantucket, although I have heard a perfectly clean version of that one. "There once was a man from Nantucket who kept all his cash in a bucket..." If not off-color, a limerick usually has a pun, a joke, or some other cleverness built into it that makes the reader groan. Consider Mark Twain's famous one:
"A man hired by John Smith and Co.
Loudly declared that he’d tho.
Men that he saw
Dumping dirt near his door
The drivers, therefore, didn’t do." **
See how he did that? Jot down your first try, then let it fester in your subconscious mind for a day or two. You may come up with a better variation or rhyme if you do.
LUCY: And ps, in case you think my cuz can’t take a harder name like “Martha” and do something with it, here’s the limerick he dashed off just before the wedding:
“There once was a woman named Martha
Who was hunting a guy like Siddhartha,
And then she met Rich,
A nice sonofabitch,
Now they'll marry and snooze by the heartha.”
And in case (like me) you didn’t get Mark Twain’s cleverness, here’s the key:
Co. = Company
Tho. = Thump any
Do. = Dump any
Lucy again, I’m in northern Michigan this weekend celebrating Tom's life, but if you can whip up a limerick, we would love to read them! Also if you'd like to read the original post with lots of fun in the comments, the link is here.
So sorry for your loss, Lucy . . . our thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.
ReplyDeleteTom's limericks make me laugh . . . I may not be able to write them, but I do enjoy good limericks.
I’m sorry about the death of your cousin, Tom. My family roots are in Michigan. I enjoyed your sharing his blog post which I don’t remember. Maybe it was before my JRW days. I don’t have a limerick to share today, sadly.
ReplyDeleteMy father loved limericks, shared lots of them with us as kids (the clean ones, anyway), and sometimes made up his own. Your cousin Tom (my father was a Tom, too) must have been a dear. Have a wonderful weekend remembering with the family. I will work on a limerick this afternoon, and if I can come up with one, I'll add it this evening.
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