Thank you very much to everyone who took the time to write prairie limericks! Including them all here would have created a monstrously long post, so I just chose some of my favorites. I’d encourage everyone to go read the others in the comments section of my initial limerick post. There are some very talented and creative writers following this blog!! I’m very impressed and humbled.
Ah, the splendor and intricacy of the limerick… the perfect vehicle with which to espouse the wonders of prairies. Or to make fun of prairie ecologists. Or both! I hope you enjoy these spectacular examples of prairie limericks as much as I did. If you didn’t have time to contribute this time around, save them – I’ll try to remember to do this again next year. (Remind me if I forget!)
My prairie friend, Chris, is a meanie.Sandy Benson
He hates trees from his toes to his beanie.
But trees have their place
in earth’s greater space
If you hate ‘em you’re just a weenie!
With bluestem so bushy and bold,
and Indian grass turning gold,
the prairie’s rich treasure
provides far more pleasure
than goods that are purchased or sold.
There’s this Helzer guy named ChrisChris Muldoon
known as The Prairie Ecologist.
He teaches us much
about prairies and such,
so his blogs should never be missed!
I wish I had a prairieInger Lamb
With its own prairie fairy
She’d lay down free seeds
And magic the weeds
Making management so much less hairy
Those cows that are happily grazing,Jon Fisher
Purport to do something amazing!
More carbon in soil,
And yet I recoil
When methane so loudly is blazing!
Whether grazing with bison or cattle,Karen de Boer
One’s decision can cause a pitched battle.
But in prairies today,
Both grow fat on good hay,
And will rarely be felled by atlatl.
When grasses start whispering poems,Linda Leinen
their stories at last will be known.
They gather together
through fair and rough weather —
the bluestem, the muhly, the brome.