Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
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Literary limericks, take one.

Boredom does strange things. So does anxiety. Combine the two, and you're likely to end up with things like...

Limericks About Books Seanan Loves Dearly.

IT:
Poor Georgie ran after his boat;
The clown said 'down here, we all float'.
Now Stuttering Bill
Has a monster to kill,
Or It's certain to tear out his throat!

Fire and Hemlock:
Don't put a book down on its face,
Or trust men who come from That Place.
Gran tried hard to advise,
But our Pol wasn't wise,
And got caught in a fairy-time race.

The Stand:
A sniffle, a cough, and a sneeze,
And the whole world is brought to its knees.
God said 'no more rain,'
But why should he refrain
From deluging the world with disease?

The Dark Tower (full series):
No mortal hands this Tower rose
In the fields where the universe grows.
Now Roland must wander
From home to the yonder
To learn what he already knows.

Mirabile:
Don't tie DNA up in bows;
You can't control just where it goes,
And you will be vexed
When you're Kangaroo Rex'd.
Genetics should not be freak shows.

On Writing:
Slaughter your darlings, my friends;
Let adverbs seek swift, messy ends.
Whatever is uttered,
Use 'said' and not 'muttered,'
And follow the tale where it bends.

Limerick me! I want to see what the twisted minds of the rest of the world can produce. Also, I find this funny.
Tags: poetry, reading things, silliness
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Ack. You're evil. My brain cannot be trusted unattended.

The His Dark Materials Trilogy by Philip Pullman.

The Golden Compass
A compass that points to the truth;
For stolen children Lyra'll sleuth
With her Gyptian friends,
And ere story ends
An armored bear lends claw and tooth.

The Subtle Knife
Lyra, Pan, and Will find a knife
Whose edge severs more than just life:
Between worlds they go,
But they cannot know
Their cutting will compound their strife.

The Amber Spyglass
With spyglass can dust Mary see,
While Lyra and Will the dead free:
Our worlds they do cure,
Only to endure
A true love that can never be.
Lovely!