There once was a woman named Iris
Who caught a computer virus
While dramatically dying
Folks heard her sighing
Finish My Limerick – I
Category: collage
Finish My Limerick – H
There once was a girl named Harris
Who dreamed about moving to Paris
“Bonsoir,” she would say
At the start of each day
Finish My Limerick – G
There once was a guy named Greg
Who had a thing on his leg
(A thing??! Please explain!)
Well, it was kind of arcane –
According to Merriam-Webster, arcane means “known or knowable to only a few people: SECRET”
Kind of makes you wonder about Greg’s leg, right?
Today is Saturday — Blather-day — the day of the week when I give myself permission to blather away about whatever nonsense pops into my head using Linda Hill’s Stream-of-Consciousness writing prompt. This week it’s: “starts with gen.” Find a word that starts with “gen” and use it in your post.
The first word that came to mind when I read the prompt was generative because one of my sons had recently used it in a conversation multiple times. I didn’t want to sound foolish and say, “I’m not sure I know what that means.” I could guess what it means, based on context and possible root words, but I could still be totally wrong.
Like arcane. Until I looked up the definition, I would have defined it more along the lines of archaic, which means old, old-fashioned, or not in common use anymore. And I would have been wrong.
I’m glad I looked it up.
Which I did after I stuck in a limerick because it rhymed.
Well, that, plus I genuinely wanted to know what it meant.
Honestly, I could guess at generative. Something to do with growth or new growth or inspiring new growth?
[now leaving stream-of-consciousness writing to look up generative.]
Merriam-Webster says: : having the power or function of generating, originating, producing, or reproducing. I wasn’t too far off.
Do you ever do that? Think you know what a word means, look it up and you’re wrong? Or, think you know what a word means, look it up and you’re right? Or, think you know what a word means and don’t look it up? Or, hear a word you don’t know and don’t ask or look it up because …. I don’t know!
Gosh, it’s so easy to look up meanings of words these days. I looked up generative on Google to get my above definition, but I just asked Siri what generative means — which took me all of 2 seconds — and she gave me a pretty thorough definition. Right on my phone! I don’t know why I didn’t do it immediately after I first heard the word.
I will need someone to explain to me that second definition. Or give me examples. That one means nothing to me.
I think it’s an arcane definition.
Like the thing on Greg’s leg — which is what I’m most curious about today. What do you think it is?
Finish My Limerick — F
There once was a banker named Frank
Who hated to hear coins clank
When they fell to the floor
He shouted, “NO MORE!”
Finish My Limerick – E
There once was a girl named Ellie
Who drew a green star on her belly
Then, as an excuse,
She said, “Dr. Seuss!”
Finish My Limerick — D
There once was a baker named Drake
Who fell down while baking a cake —
Broken eggs on the floor,
Sugar, flour and more —
Finish My Limerick — C
There once was a biker named Charlie
Who loved to ride on his Harley
As he zoomed down the road
He suddenly slowed
_______________________
Finish My Limerick — B
There once was a boy named Bruce
Who had a serious craving for juice
Orange, apple or pear
He did not really care
_____________________
Palm Sunday
if the people are complacent,
the palms themselves
will cast their branches
across the road
to form a royal carpet
for the King
Finish My Limerick — A
There once was a woman named Annie
Whose sense of smell was uncanny
One day she was frantic –
What she smelled was GIGANTIC
(__here’s where you write your line____)
Blather
For those just stopping in, allow me to explain. For 2023, I’ve tried to post 23 words – exactly 23 words – every day. However, Saturdays have become blather-days when I write an unlimited amount of words. It’s like being on a diet and giving yourself one free day each week.
Also on Saturdays, I try to use the Linda Hill’s Stream of Consciousness prompt, which this week is “‘antic.’ Use it as a word or find a word that contains it.“
AND, for April, I’m doing the A-to-Z Challenge. I plan to write the first four lines of a limerick every day and leave the last one for the readers to finish.
Lastly, I hope to post a collage that may or may not go with the limerick. You decide.
Whew! That feels like a lot to fit into one post! Blather, antic, limerick (today’s letter: A), and a collage.
I read a post yesterday from someone else participating in the A-to-Z Challenge. She had nearly finished all her posts for the month! So impressive. So not me. I’ve written seven limericks, but even the one for today I had to edit to fit in -antic words.
I’ve also done a few collages ahead of time. That Matisse quote from the other day is one I need to frame. I ordered this collage magazine called Kolaj and leafed through it. My collages in no way look like the collages in the magazine.
I feel like many of the collage artists are trying to make a statement. Their art is edgy. I often refer to mine as kitschy, but maybe whimsical is a better word.
Is kitsch art? I suppose. It’s just not considered good art — which in my head I translate into “real” art.
Other poets considered poetry by Robert W. Service (author of The Cremation of Sam McGee and a gazillion other entertaining story-poems) to be doggerel. (Doggerel definition from Merriam Webster: loosely styled and irregular in measure especially for burlesque or comic effect. also : marked by triviality or inferiority). Doggerel is the poetry equivalent of kitsch.
I happen to love story poems AND Robert W. Service poems. I’ve written poetry like that.
So my poetry is doggerel and my art is kitsch.
Meh. If I like it, does it really matter?
Now help me out — go finish my limerick for me!
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 