Friday, August 21, 2009
Forgive Me. It's a Limerick.
A true limerick is a single stanza, but occasionally some literary derelict tries multiple stanzas. I have done so here, with apologies to whatever literary gods there be.
I wrote my father-in-law a five-stanza poem in limerick verse yesterday, in honor of his 80th birthday. I mentioned this on Facebook, and it was suggested that I publish the poem. So here it is. I won't attempt to explain my recourse to verse, let alone to multiple stanzas of limerick; I have no training in abnormal psychology. But I will note that his birthday is also my wedding anniversary, that he owns two lovingly restored Model T's, that he spent the bulk of his career as a Boeing engineer, and that he has a credible Irish tenor voice. You're on your own for the rest. (I've changed one word from the original, because I like it better this way. You would, too, if you knew which word.)
If you're not altogether put off by my willingness to do almost anything for a rhyme, you're welcome to return in a few months for the Groundhog Day Limerick Contest, when you can try it yourself.
Marilyn Nielson comments (8/24/09):
This is so good it moves me to comment. Wow! I especially like the rhyme of "mighty" and "Heidi". It's probably the best birthday limerick I've ever read (and I'm nothing if not well-read). I'm sure Harold loved it!!
David Rodeback comments (8/25/09):
It was well received, thanks. Does a poet of your stature read a lot of birthday limericks?
Copyright 2009 by David Rodeback.