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Limerick of the Month
A good dictionary will tell you that a limerick is a form of light poetry with five lines of anapestic verse. Normally the first two verses rhyme with the fifth, and the third verse with the fourth. Look up anapestic and buckle your seat belt for a ride through major confusion. Or you can simply look at a classic nursery rhyme and get the idea.

There once were two cats in Kilkinney.
For each 'twas one cat too many.
So they hissed and they spit
And they fought and they bit
'Til instead of two cats there weren't any!

Each month an original limerick from our readers will be posted here. The best will receive a free book from our shelves. The only rules are that 1) it must be original work owned by the person sending it in, 2) you give us permission to publish it on the site and, later, in a collection, and 3) it must be in what we consider good taste.

Limericks go bragh!



The Bard's Desk
Just for fun, we also publish original poetry in our newsletter. There is no compensation for this except seeing your material printed in a high quality independent letter available 24/7 to five billion people. So send us your verse, and if we like it, we'll publish it. Rules are these: 1) By sending it you guarantee it is your original work and that you own all rights to it; 2) You give White Turtle Books permission to publish your work on our website and in our newsletter, as well as in any collections we may later publish.

Gold Watch Blues

When Sam was young at sixty-eight
With fifty years in the mine
They kicked him out with the cold, kind words
They save for such a time
The work's too hard, you've earned a rest
Go fish and drink some beer
But work in the Pit was all he had
And he died within a year.

I saw him once before he died
On his front porch down by the mill
An old gray man in an old gray house
On a street on Company Hill.
He sat alone with nothing left
For the hours of his mind
But the ticking of a new gold watch
And a grave for company time.

O. Kuntzeh




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