Post by rducasey on Jan 26, 2007 17:56:00 GMT -5
maggiethecat said:
. . . but I am missing my limericks and my limerick gals.
Oh Maggie, I loved your latest Limerick, and it reminded me what we tucked in the drawer back at the beginning of December. Remember
BLIND JUSTICE, The Saga, In Limerick.
I'm just pulling it up now and left the Marlon's screencaps for one last look. Perhaps we can move on to Seoul Man. Kathy and Inuvik, you both contributed a lot to this so sharpen those pencils. Maybe we should tuck this back away and just start with Seoul Man, as I have a thing about things getting too unwieldly. Chris, Janna, and momoonez, I bet you have some rhyme in you. Rhyme scheme A A B B A. The B lines are usually shorter than the other lines.
rducasey said:
We are going into hiatus with the limerick saga, but I must thank Maggie and Kathy for providing all of Marlon's. And a thanks to Inuvik too. It breaks my heart to remove the screencaps, but it must be done. I will leave however the Marlon's ones until we return. Blind Justice, The Saga in Limerick
Episode 1: PILOT
Detective Jim Dunbar was back on the job.
On his very first day he was met by a mob.
The day was exhausting-
But at home came the frosting,
When his lovely spouse, Christie, had missiles to lob.
"Back on a case?" she retorted. That jab hurt his pride.
Didn't she know to just be by his side?
A warm kiss and a squeeze
Would have helped to aleve
All that tension and stress that was churning inside.
"You're going to do this now?"
(Please Christie, don't have a cow!)
I've had a rough day
I just want to play
Instead I come home to a row.
The perp's name was Randy
His hair, it was sandy
He underestimated Jim
His blindness won't stop him!
Was one of his victims named Mandy?
Jim solved that first case in the blink of an eye
And pissed off ol' Marty, who was not a nice guy.
He'd make Jim's life a trial-
Barely cracking a smile.
Their head butting would only in-ten-si-fy.
Randy Lyman the tongue-freak is gone
And Karen has learned Jim's no pawn.
But he still wants to know
Her eye color, so
She says "Brown" . . . and he smiles and walks on.
End of Pilot
Episode 2: FOUR FEET UNDER
In the second episode, Four Feet Under
Jim Dunbar committed his very first blunder.
Marty can't let him forget
That he dug up Lloyd's pet.
Was he going to fail now?, we had to wonder.
A trip to the good Dr. was on tap for this day.
But it couldn't interfer with a party with Clay.
He changed the appointment
To Fisk's disappointment.
But promised to keep it, the following day.
Jim went to Clay's party that night.
To stand all alone was his plight.
Clay made his advances
Jim jumped at his chances
His beer in Christie's lap led to their fight.
Only the second episode and the second big fight,
Gave us a picture of the Dunbar's marriage plight.
His infidelity was spoken
How his marriage vows had broken.
He'd better get used to the couch tonight.
Tom and Marty had another perp in mind
But Jim and Karen, the real perp they'd find
They grilled Crider's wife
Got him thirty to life
And it was evident Jim could do the job blind.
But his achievement was soon bittersweet
Arriving home to hear of Christie's retreat
He walked to the park
Sat alone in the dark
And a fade to black as both their hands meet.
Episode 3: RUB A TUB TUB
This one opened with Marty and the drawer-
Leaving Jim and his leg mighty sore.
It you think that was enough
The going only got rough
"I'll buy some bells" cut Jim to the core.
The DOA was a cop from anit-crime
Who's partner was a bit of a slime
His wife slept around
So when the body was found
It was Jim's job to see who'd do time.
Jim called on his old snitch named Sonny,
who would do anything for some money.
To Jim Sonny complained
Till Karen had to explain
That what Jim had endured that past year wasn't funny.
A body was found--more death!
The wife was named Mary Beth
It wasn't a strain
To find blood in the drain
I need a rhyme--crystal meth!
All those Galloway visits can be very trying
Especially when Jim Dunbar practices lying-
The doc opens his eyes
To a possible marriage demise
So to the nearest florist he's off and flying.
Jim's home, with an armful of flowers
To atone for those long stressful hours.
Her wrath will dull again
With his hopeful Mulligan
As he calls upon all of his powers.
He thanks her for hanging in there
And says she has nothing to fear
He's not the same man
Who strayed with Anne
"I promise" he said, and does care.
Episode 4: UP ON THE ROOF
Sometimes in pursuit of the truth-
It's necessary to furnish some proof.
And so, at long last
Jim tackles the past
In this episode called Up On The Roof.
In a dream, misty-hued, Jim will find
sight and love, a cruel trick of the mind.
But time seems to freeze
when Terry he sees . . .
and the gunman. He wakes, once again blind.
For Jim sleep is no sweet release.
Thought he tries, there is no real surcease
from the ghosts of the past;
they cling, holding him fast.
Daylight brings the bitterest kind of peace.
Would his day get better? Not very.
When he arrived at the crime he found Terry.
So all he could say-
Was "It was a bad day."
And other thoughts of the bank he'd just bury.
They found Terry on the roof had been hit
"Titus was the gunman", with Jim didn't sit
He'd heard the gun sounds
As they fired the rounds
He'd soon find the proof in the grime and the grit.
Events on the Roof were not clear
Based on what Jim thought he did hear.
They went back to the roof,
Where they found solid proof
Of Terry's action that Dunbar did fear.
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.
Time stands still . . . as onward flows the river.
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.
Terry Jansen is one messed-up guy --
At the shootout he won't even try.
Cowardice is a knife
That will cut though his life.
Even blindness beats living a lie.
Episode 5: MARLONS BRANDO
Jim is awakened by Christie's advance.
Her touch signals her need for romance.
Mood broken by his phone...
Why can't he leave it alone?
To be continued tonight? Not a chance.
Out to unmask a face-slashing freak,
Karen traces a line on Jim's cheek.
But it's one more excuse
For some verbal abuse . . .
Alpha male? Nah, just Marty's mean streak.
Lightening-fast, lashing out in the dark,
A white cane crashes down on its mark.
Thought the perp scoffs, "You're blind?"
In one moment he'll find
Dunbar's bite is far worse than his bark.
Bleached white images capture Jim’s head
Infusing his soul with deep dread.
To “play up the blindness”
Will come as no kindness
But deepen his anguish instead.
To a detective’s job born and bred, it
Comes naturally (thus to his credit),
That cheeks cut with a zed
Will combine in Jim’s head . . .
But he still can't relax. There. I said it.
Though sensitive, complex, and smart,
Jim struggles to speak from the heart.
All past glories have paled
With the knowledge he’s failed.
Healing comes with the line: "It's a start."
Wrenched-out words. Feeling sick, almost queasy.
Wounded women are all that Jim sees. He
Is forced to admit
That these dreams from the pit
Leave him shaken . . . and “This isn’t easy.”
