Dr. Seuss, Shel Silverstein... I miss you my friends,
and dream of a ten turtle stack where the sidewalk ends.
Though I'm now an adult, I miss the sing song of your rhymes.
They teach little lessons and make us talk in time.
So here's my attempt at a silly adult version - a wacky news, silly video, rhyming poetry fusion.
I've learned since then it means writing about me.
Perhaps you're wondering if I'm really truly wacky?
What ideas and behaviors make up my culture?
Am I really just a silly news knowledge vulture?
I understand why you'd want to know if I'm crazy.
Who wants advice from someone who's mentally hazy?
Don't worry, no one's told me I'm legally insane,
nor have I ever injured or damaged my brain.
I'm certainly not graceful or indestructible though
and have sprained / broken many a finger and toe.
Thankfully, I've never damaged an arm, leg or eye,
but I doubt I'll keep that record until the day I die.
I get stressed out, angry and depressed just like you
and find writing these rhymes is the "medicinal" thing to do.
The wacky news and blog stories I read for inspiration
are also a constant source of (possibly shallow) elation.
Sometimes I eat chocolate or nachos instead...
or a whole yummy loaf of cheesy garlic bread.
To distract me from food, I look to my friends
on our combined wackiness my happiness depends.
I like karaoke, poker, wine tasting and whiskey
and running 'round town in costume when frisky.
I'm addicted to 30 Rock but don't watch much TV.
Usually the boob tube's just background noise for me.
I get a bit of a thrill from breaking traditions and rules.
I once built a menorah with bottles, candles and skewers for tools.
The guest of honor got the first chance to shoot out the flames
then the pellet guns were passed to the other gents and dames.
So there you have it... a Rhyme Me a Smile Meme.
The final fact about me? My favorite color is green.
I hope you enjoyed these rhyming personal fun facts
and that they gave you a chance to giggle and relax.
I inherited my rhyming gift from my beloved Grandma Betty
who was also known to make some seriously scrumptious spaghetti.
Well, ok... not really... I just liked the way those words rhymed.
Also, I think she'd agree the joke was impeccably timed.
My Grandma Betty left this world many years ago and never saw
these wacky rhymes I write for you. (She'd drop her jaw.)
I thought a nice way to honor her on her birthday would be
to get my friends (that's you) to write her some limericks with me.
She would like it if we encouraged people to stop smoking,
by writing fun rhymes chock full of humor and joking.
So, I'm hosting a contest with the help of a limerick queen-
Mad Kane's the best limerick contest host I've ever seen!
How it works is that I will feed you a few "first lines" to use.
You use them to write as many limericks as you choose.
Mad Kane and I will judge your skill, silliness and poetry style.
You've got 'til Monday night to enter then I'll post awards after a while.
Are you ready to write a smoker's limerick for Grandma Betty?
Here's the non-rhyming instructions for whenever you are ready.
(1) Choose one of the following first lines for your limerick:
It's time that you put out your butts.
I just can't stand the smell anymore.
Tobacco will end your life quicker.
(2) Write your limerick in the comments section below or post it on your blog and leave the link here. (If you do post your limerick on your blog, it would be great if you could include a link to the contest in your post.)
(3) Please help promote the contest via Facebook, Twitter and your other blog networking groups.
You will have three days to write your limericks and post or link them here. Mad Kane and I will judge your poems for both humor and poetic skill. Check back Sunday, April 24th for the list of winners! We hope to have enough entries to award first, second, and third place, plus a few honorable mentions. Of course, we hope the joy of helping people laugh through their smoker withdrawals towards a tobacco free life is all the reward you need. And now... let the Lung Love Limerick writing begin!
Sample #1 - by Rachel Hoyt
It's time that you put out your butts.
The black lung will get you, you putz.
Put it out. Just be through.
Don't let smoking kill you.
Reach deep down -- get in touch with your guts.
Sample #2 - by Rachel Hoyt
I just can't stand the smell anymore
And I hate how it makes people snore.
I'm a ladylike gal.
Please don't take a hike, pal.
I'll stop reeking from ev'ry last pore.
I've just read about a neat place called Fly Geyser.
You must brave booby traps to closely spy her.
An accidentally created geothermal mound
not yet converted to a public stomping ground.
On a ranch currently owned by a Mr. Todd Jaksick,
growing bigger by the minute. Isn't nature fantastic?!
I hope someday he'll allow us to see it up close.
The wonders of nature are the travel stops I like most.