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Post by rducasey on Nov 5, 2006 19:53:26 GMT -5
Sugar Ray Dunbar- A dream sequence- Oh my! In the ring he'd be dancing- our guy. With a left hook to the chin- He'd put Marty in a spin While they raised his gloved hand to the sky!
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Post by Duchess of Lashes on Nov 5, 2006 20:14:37 GMT -5
Kathy, loved the limerick, loved the picture - thank you for that beautiful recounting of your tour through Gettysburg - having visited several times, I can honestly say there is something almost holy about standing anywhere on that ground. I owe you a karma, Mary a karma for her "cop gets his ass kicked by blind guy" limerick and Maggie for....well, Maggie for all of them...... I thought I might try to write a limerick about our special evening too - sigh - it didn't work, although I did come up with this - perhaps this is a modified limerick or just a plain poem! We sat before that stage, breathless, to see The young tenor who would guest with our great Symphony. The orchestra played and he lifted his voice, We each fell in love (like there was much of a choice) At the end of our night, with his song in full flight, it was suddenly all Greek to me!
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Post by maggiethecat on Nov 5, 2006 22:20:55 GMT -5
Check it out -- the Limericks thread is now ten pages long. Oh, my rhyme-obsessed sisters, we so rock. And every time I read through the thread again, I get new inspiration. Will he go off The Job or remain? This Jim Dunbar must now ascertain.
Once a tough stand-up guy, Terry's caught in a lie . . . Subterfuge with so little to gain.
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Post by Katryna on Nov 6, 2006 5:44:13 GMT -5
There was a detective named Jimmy, Who was handsome and slim, nearly skinny. When time to be fed, A corn cob he said. But remember, make mine a mini.
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Post by inuvik on Nov 6, 2006 11:07:04 GMT -5
Check it out -- the Limericks thread is now ten pages long. That's getting pretty long. Maybe we should start another one? We could have the new one for non-BJ limericks. This one could then be renamed to Blind Justice Limericks. (Kinda like what kitty-cat did with BJ games). Admins?
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Post by maggiethecat on Nov 6, 2006 12:22:18 GMT -5
That's a wonderful suggestion and normally I am the unofficial queen of starting new threads and moving material . . . but I really don't think length is a problem here for now. I was commenting on the wonderful activity in this thread more than worrying about the length. Besides, it's all inspirational, especially the one you wrote and posted on Saturday morning spurring us all onward. I find it very helpful to scroll back through the thread to re-savor what people have written, and also to make sure I'm not repeating myself or unconsciously copying what others have written -- although it's just about impossible to do Terry and the handkerchief without rhyming roof and proof. ;D So how about for now we just carry on?
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Post by maggiethecat on Nov 6, 2006 16:34:50 GMT -5
The minute I wrote roof and proof, I was off and running -- giggling madly and back to being a bit silly. Terry Jansen is not to be trusted And Jim is quite frankly disgusted. But a tenement roof Will provide him with proof . . .Here's the handkerchief, schmuck -- you're busted!
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Post by rducasey on Nov 6, 2006 17:38:59 GMT -5
Both of these, Kathy and Maggie had me roaring. Thanks. There was a detective named Jimmy, Who was handsome and slim, nearly skinny. When time to be fed, A corn cob he said. But remember, make mine a mini. Terry Jansen is not to be trusted And Jim is quite frankly disgusted. But a tenement roof Will provide him with proof . . .Here's the handkerchief, schmuck -- you're busted!
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Post by hoosier on Nov 6, 2006 18:16:05 GMT -5
I have been so impressed by all the talent on this board that I have been tempted to give it another shot--
The perp in the jail cell was bored. He'd been locked up and then been ignored. But who did he see? Hey, that blind dude from TV! Right here on the very same floor!
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Post by rducasey on Nov 6, 2006 19:15:25 GMT -5
I have been so impressed by all the talent on this board that I have been tempted to give it another shot-- The perp in the jail cell was bored. He'd been locked up and then been ignored. But who did he see? Hey, that blind dude from TV! Right here on the very same floor! Oh Hoosier, you are becoming a pro. but it's Blond dude, remember, blond dude. And I would love to add a screencap. I have a limerick " banging around in my head" but I can't finish it,,,,so I will be happy to just add a pic for you. [/quote]
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Post by Katryna on Nov 6, 2006 19:30:30 GMT -5
Leonard Mattis was a very bad dude, and to Jim he was really quite rude. A tip Jim did make - A parka to take. To an Attica transfer Jim did allude.
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Post by rducasey on Nov 7, 2006 6:48:50 GMT -5
" Detective!, New York 1!" he hears the onslaught. The Big Day is here, the battle's been fought. A cocky grin will help hide- Those dark thoughts deep inside "Can I really do this? Has it all been for naught?"
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Post by maggiethecat on Nov 7, 2006 13:29:43 GMT -5
Naught and onslaught? Awesome! Here's my (okay, probably first) for today: It's painful bullet we all bit When Blind Justice was not a huge hit. But as Bebe would say In her New York-y way, "Oh well . . . just fuggedaboudit!"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2006 16:21:02 GMT -5
Naught and onslaught? Awesome! Here's my (okay, probably first) for today: It's painful bullet we all bit When Blind Justice was not a huge hit. But as Bebe would say In her New York-y way, "Oh well . . . just fuggedaboudit!"OMG, karma for that - KARMA, KARMA, KARMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;D
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Post by maggiethecat on Nov 7, 2006 18:04:03 GMT -5
Thanks for the karma, bebe! One limerick a day? Not in this lifetime. When in doubt, “Up on the Roof.” Oh Jeez, I’ve gone all sober again. (If you take out the mid-sentence caps, you look like a bleedin’ poet. I’m thinking sonnets again, rducasey, I’m thinking sonnets.*) Once his partner, his back-up, his friend . . . Jimmy wonders how it will all end. How did they come to this bitterness? Gone the bliss of the past. This rift no one can mend.
It all began on a bright street split by gunfire, where one cop would meet destiny’s tragic hand, the death of faith, and a fate cold and relentless as sleet.
So he waits, sadly grasping a sliver of hope that Terry will deliver the truth. But he’s on to the lies. Trust is gone. It’s a story as old as the river.*FYI, I am seriously contemplating moving this thread into our new Blind Justice Games. Limericks (at least to me) seem more of an addictive game than fanfic, especially since we keep riffing off actual lines and scenes. And maybe a new sonnet thread. Thoughts, anyone?
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