The assassin... NorthernChaosGod
Had methods that were slightly odd
Behind you, he'd sneak
Spin you on your feet
And slap you in the face with a cod
The assassin... NorthernChaosGod
Had methods that were slightly odd
Behind you, he'd sneak
Spin you on your feet
And slap you in the face with a cod
That was shockingly poor Shlup.
Last edited by Cuchulainn; 10-08-2011 at 02:48 AM.
Cuchulainn thinks too much of his dong
Clearly that poem was all wrong
You can't match my husband's prowess
Of that I am doubtless
I wouldn't touch you with a pole ten feet long
(In other words, leave my husband's penis out of your poetry.)
If it makes you feel any better I just needed someone who's name rhymed with 'up', wasn't a kid & wasn't hairer than me. That left only you.
PS: Nice try but thats not a true Limerick. Too many syllables, and it breaches a Limerick's strict rhyme scheme. Also, deleting my TRUE Limerick so people only see YOUR response shows your weakness. You have been bested. Walk away shamed. DO IT.
There once was a lad name Cuch
Who asses he refused to smooch
He felt a joke was loaned
And he was surely owned
And looked like a bit of a douche.
Love ya, Cuch. <3
The structure of that is fine but the content makes no smurfing sense Laddy & looks like you were just using filler until you could say the word 'douche'. Also Cuch & douche dont really rhyme. Oblique's are not acceptable.
You have failed and have let me down.
Laddy's Limerick to Cuch: An Analysis
This line is an introduction to the limerick, introducing the reader to the protagonist known as Cuchulainn. Cuchulainn develops a lot throughout the limerick, undergoing several intense conflicts of self-understanding and purpose.There once was a lad name Cuch
Introducing the concept of the limerick as a tragedy, this line highlights the protagonist Cuch's major flaw: his biting humor. He oftentimes tries to use "shock" humor to present himself as particularly witty, a trait admirable in moderation but...Who asses he refused to smooch
Ultimately, this line represents the beginning of the end. Cuch will push his luck too far, trying to create a joke and hope humor presents itself. The antagonist, Shlup, is the butt of a limerick insulting her husband's penis. Cuch's passion and intensity for deprecating humor reaches a fever pitch, snowballing into a monster he created and yet cannot control, a Frankenstein crafting his own literary monster.He felt a joke was loaned
Much like MacBeth, Cuchulainn could not conquer all and was cut down by the sharp tongue of Shlup. His tragic flaw had proven to be a harsher mistress than any ShlupQuack.And he was surely owned
This line ultimately fulfills the criteria for a tragedy. Cuchulainn not only realizes his mistakes, but accepts them. Realizing somethings are better left untouched, Cuch looks foolish to the esteemed members of the EoFF community, resulting in momentary shame. The story reaches its end; the tragedy is concluded. One knows not what happens to Cuch, but perhaps that is merely another story for another time.And looked like a bit of a douche.
There you go, I analyzed it. Makes sense?
For those who would like to know what my Limerick was I shall be putting it on Facebook, Twitter, various other fora (with direct links to this site as a reference). If you're not on my FB or Twitter I'd be only too happy to PM you it. I've also forwarded the words to a few music producers I know who are making a dubstep track with the lyrics as I type.
OF COURSE IM NOT YOU FOOLS
EDIT to Laddy. Those lines don't even HINT and the explainations given. Very Poor. Loaned? Behave yourself.
Last edited by Cuchulainn; 10-08-2011 at 01:31 AM.
I'm actually surprised Shlup deleted that. I saw it earlier, and I'm sure I've said worse things about her over the years. Maybe she's getting soft in her decrepit age (much like her boobs).
Also, here's a past dirty limericks thread. Some of them involved EoFFers!
As much as I'm loathed to defend someone who deletes my posts & then posts up their own responses for everyone to waggle thyeir tongues at. I may be forced to say that if I'd just been insulting her it may have remained but as I insulted her betrothed, it went. I could be wrong.
AND IM SORRY LADDY YOUR LIMERICK STILL DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE. I'm honestly trying to tie up yyour lines with your explainations and despite your mutual rep love in with Shlup....THEY DONT smurfING MATCH.
There once was a lad name Cuch
I'm still here, once implies the person existed in the past.
Who asses he refused to smooch
Your explaination for this does not tie in with the line. Sorry.
He felt a joke was loaned
This is the worst of the lot. What joke was loaned? Who loaned who a joke? Did they get it back? Your explaination has nothing to do with this
And he was surely owned
How can anyone say this as you can only see one limerick?
And looked like a bit of a douche.
The only agreeable thing in that vague nonsense
Just leave my sweet bubble pumpkin out of it. He's so sweet an innocent watching How It's Made and eating the sandwich I made for him.
ETA: There, I edited the original limerick as a compromise.
That's what he said. *points to cuch*Originally Posted by ShlupQuack
I will not have something so poor attached to my name.
And Polsrisperson. I did not say her husband's penis was small, I stated it didnt work.
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