I think limericks are an often-overlooked form of poetry and I’m currently working on a collection of my own which I plan to self-publish sometime next year. It’s going to be for kids so right now I’m researching illustrators – very exciting!
Anyway, I’m keeping lots of my limericks to myself at the moment (rather than posting them on the blog) but I thought I’d share a couple that are completely unrelated to the theme of the collection (and indeed each other). The first is one I wrote for the Limerick Nation anthology published by Iron Press last year. Four of my limericks were included in the anthology – this wasn’t one of them but I’ve always rather liked it nonetheless.
A pianist from Northumberland
Refused to perform in a cummerbund;
He said he felt funny
With a sash round his tummy
And looks-wise the thing made his bum rotund.
I also recently wrote this limerick for my Harry Potter obsessed son (for the uninitiated, the ‘Hogwarts Express’ is the train that runs from platform 9 3/4 at Kings Cross to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry):
One day on the Hogwarts Express
Harry said to his friends, “I confess
These trousers are itchy
They scratch and restrict me
From now on… I’m wearing a dress!”
Good for Harry, I say.
And now I’m off to live like a poet… which involves picking kids up and making tea.