Though getting bloodsucked makes us glum,
There’s methods to make us less yum.
If we type the crime
And the trains run on time
We might beat the Count to the sum.
Category: Limericks for Lit
Limerick tributes to great media.
Lord of the Rings, II
A hobbit and troublesome Ring,
(With Dark Lords it’s kind of a thing,)
Sought help from the Wise,
Who, to no one’s surprise,
Said “Take it from here! We’ll just sing!”
Watership Down
Bunnies are happy and twee,
Or so it was vouchsafed to me.
Some leadership primer
From kits to old-timers?
It’s dark! Ew, that’s blood! Stop the spree!
Chronicle of a Death Foretold
A murder of modest renown
Is questioned, oh, much further down.
Everyone knows
How the tragedy goes,
But the victim ignored the whole town.
Jane Eyre
A gal with rules axiomatic,
A guy with a flair so dramatic:
He’ll offer a ring
To the sweet little thing,
But the crazy’s not just in the attic.
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter
Folks frequent a mute fellow’s flat,
And speak, first of this, then of that.
They’re not buddies dear,
But he lends them an ear:
No one chats like a guy who can’t chat.
The Lord of the Rings
Long poems and songs tend to lurk
In JRR’s body of work.
The epic, the lay:
If he wrote today,
The editor might go berserk.
Gone with the Wind
Scarlett, the belle with the beaux,
Knows self-preservation and clothes.
Her love marched to war:
She might have got more
From a man who would really propose.
Murderbot
The Murderbot, queried, may say
It’s watching TV all the way.
A blown Airlock Three
Would merely be
Its dozenth cliffhanger today.
The Awakening
In daily or Sunday-best gown
Our heroine roves about town.
Her self-affirmation
Defies emulation
(Live for yourself, girl. Don’t drown.)