Many thanks to everyone who contributed prairie limericks this week. There were way more than I can share here, so please go back and read the full batch in the comments beneath last week’s post. Some were clever, but didn’t quite fit the limerick mold, especially in terms of rhythm. Others were well done – I just didn’t have room for all of them.
Since there were so many good limericks, my writing duties this week have been greatly eased – I appreciate that! Please enjoy the following prairie limericks. (And start thinking about contributions for next year!)
To wander, to pause, and to gazeLinda Leinen
is considered by some to just laze.
But those who take time
will see prairies are fine —
they nourish, console, and amaze
Picky pruners pull out frogfruit,Marilyn Lanser
Defending its value, most moot.
The plant’s not a weed,
to Skippers it’s feed,
and food for the crawling cute newt.
While bison look small in the prairieJohn Helzer
Up close they can be much more scary
So stay in your truck
And don’t test your luck
Keep your eyes peeled and always be wary
On days when the sunlight is waning,Karen D
And one’s very life force is draining,
Then get out on the prairie,
Let your heart be merry,
And maybe you’ll quit your complaining.
The prairie grass bends in the breeze,Susan Przybylo
And hosts rodents and birds and bees.
So please take good care,
For their future we bear,
Conservation is what we must seize!
Cerrado, Savannah or PrairieJanet Reid
Tall grass or short grass or varied
With the rodents and birds
And the great mammal herds
Make an ecosystem extraordinair-e
While turkey-foot tickles the sky,Linda Leinen
the little blue pleases the eye.
But the fine bushy bluestem
can bring forth an “Amen!”
when sending its fluff off to fly.
Tall grasses flowers and birdsGail Vanderheyden
Inspire so many words
Bees buzz about
The critters come out
It’s a place for us natural nerds
The deep loamy soil has a tasteNichole Rose B
A palate for all things there placed
Buried roots, sticks, stones
And buffalo bones
Below not a thing goes to waste