1. Limerick A five-line “nonsense” poem written with:
one couplet (two lines that rhyme)
and one triplet (three lines that rhyme)
Rhyme scheme is A, A, B, B, A
Lines 1, 2, and 5 rhyme
Lines 3 and 4 rhyme
Lines 1, 2 and 5 have around 8 syllables each
Lines 3 and 4 have around 5 syllables each

2. Limerick A silly Jack-o-Lantern named Keith
Was ashamed of his big orange teeth
He wrapped green round his head,
Had his teeth painted red,
And now silly Keith is a wreath.
~ Bob Tucker
Wanda the witch on her broom
Swept through the town yelling, “ZOOM!”
Through a perchance of luck
Never heard the big truck
And she zoomed on her broom to her doom
~ Graeme King

3. Limerick There was once a big zombie named Ned
Who hated the fact he was dead
This was made ever worse
When he ran from his hearse
As poor Fred left the hearse with no head!
~ Matthew Murray
It was quite a frightening night
The ghosts and the witches took flight
Children all hasty
Treats very tasty
A truly remarkable sight!
~ Ryan Poole

4. Limerick
A good way to start a limerick is by making the first line look something like this:
There once was a _________ named __________. Or
There once was a __________ from ___________.
Then, think of words that rhyme with the NAME or the PLACE that you wrote in the first line. You’re halfway done writing an awesome limerick!

5. Epitaph Writing on a tomb or headstone
Praising or reflecting on the life of a deceased person
Two to four lines; may be rhyming or not
Epitaphs can be funny, or they may be beautiful. But just like the people they memorialize, they are all unique and different!

6. While living men my tomb do view,
Epitaph
Here lies
ANN MANN
Who lived an old maid,
But died an old Mann.
~ Cemetery in London, England
While living men my tomb do view,
Remember well,
There’s room for you.
Here lies the body
Of Jonathan Blake
He stepped on the gas
Instead of the brake.
Cast a cold eye
On life, on death.
Horseman, pass by.
~ Headstone of W.B. Yeats

7. He was quick on the trigger
Epitaph
Here lies the body
Of Edward Hyde.
We laid him here
Because he died!
Here lays Butch.
We planted him raw.
He was quick on the trigger
But slow on the draw.
~ Boot Hill Cemetery
Tombstone, Arizona
I told you
I was sick.
~B.P. Roberts,