Old Stomping/Campground (In Limericks) (Plus Love Novice)

dVerse Poets Pub today has a limericks prompt hosted by the wonderfully clever Madeleine Begun Kane and Gay Reiser Cannon. Limericks are naturally pretty humerous–but I tried here, for a change, to write linked limericks that tended towards the nostalgic rather than funny.   (For purposes of this poem, Margaret should be read as a two syllable name.)

Old Campground

What I think of the most is the scent–
a blend of grilled hot dog and tent–
the back yard’s wet grass
(all gone now alas)
 our campground a field of cement– 

And where did we go who were there?
Dear Margaret with long braided hair–
And Susie, her sis,
who always would hiss
that she’d go tell their mom we weren’t fair–

We swore that we’d never betray
the friendship we pledged everyday–
But soon we forgot
that closeness we sought–
each going her own separate way.

Till now, when I’m back in that time
when Marg’ret’s braids flopped next to mine
on sleeping bag’s hood
at the edge of a wood
and our life seemed so damp but so fine,
when all life seemed so damp but so fine. 

And here’s one that’s just plain silly (and a bit more traditional):

Novice No More

There was a young student of love;
as a novice, she cooed like a dove,
but once she excelled,
oh then, how she yelled,
pleasing Profs both below and above.  

(My apologies.)

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19 Comments on “Old Stomping/Campground (In Limericks) (Plus Love Novice)”


  1. These are marvelous!


  2. Excellent job with both poems! Your sense of meter is strong. And I like that you wrote limericks totally different in topic and sensibility!


  3. I love the campground one! Nice job connecting the four limericks into one longer poem. 🙂 Peace, Linda


  4. You explored all the pleasure and pain
    From the sacred to just ’bout profane,
    I’m so glad I stayed up,
    It was worth it to stop
    At your blog for this limerick game.

  5. http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com's avatar vivinfrance Says:

    Campground memories: superb. Second one, more traditionally rude, and very funny!

  6. David King's avatar David King Says:

    Well done. Full of admiration for your take on on a prompt that I chickened out of. Amusing in a delightful way – which is exactly as it should be.

  7. brian miller's avatar brian miller Says:

    oh there is a nice subtle naughtiness to the first one…ha…the second a bit more obvious….def some fun play k

  8. hypercryptical's avatar hypercryptical Says:

    Excellent poems and what a clever young student!

    Anna :o]


  9. In the first were shades of Betsy, Tacy and Tib – my favorite childhood books (now available again). The second so clever with double entendre. Just as it should be. Bravo on using the limericks as stanzas. Haven’t tried that yet!

  10. Blue Flute's avatar Blue Flute Says:

    Ah those old campground days
    Fond memories remain as a haze
    I remember my crush
    But could only blush
    As at her chestnut hair I would gaze

  11. Patti's avatar Patti Says:

    I like both of these very much. The first expresses a nostalgia I often feel for a time when things were simpler and friends were “there.” The second is just funny and wonderfully traditional. No apologies needed.

  12. claudia's avatar claudia Says:

    hahah…also have some campground memories…smiles…no experience with profs though…smiles..nicely done k.

  13. kaykuala's avatar kaykuala Says:

    Campground and all are fond memories of bygone days. Many can relate to that! Never seen, never knew but heard of Profs and all.

    Hank

  14. Chazinator's avatar Chazinator Says:

    You really put it togrther in the summer camping. I think the use ofvthis form for that content was a stroke of genius. And not so silly your last one.


  15. I liked both the serious sequence and the funny one very much.


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