A poem for Ohio

Mott the Hoople

Mott the Hoople

Sweet Jane
It's winter in Ohio,
and the gentle breezes blow,
at seventy miles per hour,
at thirty-five below.

Oh how I love Ohio,
When the snows up to your butt,
You take a breath of winter air,
and your nose freezes shut.

Yes, the weather here is wonderful.
So I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave Ohio,
because I'm frozen to the ground.
 
Mott the Hoople said:
It's winter in Ohio,
and the gentle breezes blow,
at seventy miles per hour,
at thirty-five below.

Oh how I love Ohio,
When the snows up to your butt,
You take a breath of winter air,
and your nose freezes shut.

Yes, the weather here is wonderful.
So I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave Ohio,
because I'm frozen to the ground.
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In Michigan, we call that spring...
 
there once was a state out in the sticks
which was populated entirely of hicks
but we nuked that flyover
t'was nothing to cry over
cause ohions suck a lot of dicks
 
Grind (Today) said:
there once was a state out in the sticks
which was populated entirely of hicks
but we nuked that flyover
t'was nothing to cry over
cause ohions suck a lot of dicks
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Their lived a young fag from Mass
Who was always rude and crass
We all know this prick
Is Grind who sucks dick
And enjoys taking it up the ass :fu:
 
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I thought someone had already written a poem about Ohio.

Mary had a little lamb,
His fleece was white as snow,
And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.

He followed her to school one day,
Which was against the rule,
It made the children laugh and play
To see a lamb at school.

And so the teacher turned it out,
But still it lingered near,
And waited patiently about,
Till Mary did appear.

"Why does the lamb love Mary so?"
The eager children cry.
"Why, Mary loves the lamb, you know."
The teacher did reply.
 
Mott the Hoople said:
It's winter in Ohio,
and the gentle breezes blow,
at seventy miles per hour,
at thirty-five below.

Oh how I love Ohio,
When the snows up to your butt,
You take a breath of winter air,
and your nose freezes shut.

Yes, the weather here is wonderful.
So I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave Ohio,
because I'm frozen to the ground.
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So what happened to global warming?
 
Mott the Hoople said:
Those damned syllables will get you every time. Oh well....my Cinquain for Watermark was better anyway.
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Nine syllables is the ideal, it can be slightly less or more less. Most important is the rhythm; lines one, two and five of a limerick should ideally consist of three anapests each, and lines two and four two anapests each.
 
Borboletta said:
Nine syllables is the ideal, it can be slightly less or more less, lines one, two and five of a limerick should ideally consist of three anapests each, and lines two and line consisting two anapests each.
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Well lines three and four met the criteria and though lines 1 and 5 were one syllable short I don't think adding another syllable would improve the limerick or the burn on Grind. Which is the important part anyway. :)
 
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