How about a limerick?

Sunday’s post was a limerick from The Book of Giant Stories. If you
read it, you’ll note the reference to grinding bones to bake bread. It isn’t hard to guess my inspiration for that reference. When I was a boy, my parents must have read Jack and the Beanstalk to me a hundred times. Here’s that famous stanza that always made me snuggle closer to Mom or Dad as I imagined the awful fate that awaited poor Jack if the giant caught him.

I smell the blood of an Englishman,
Be he alive, or be he dead
I’ll have his bones to grind my bread.

Actually, I remember the last two lines slightly differently:

Be he living or be he dead,
I’ll grind his bones to bake my bread.

Either way, you see why I referenced Jack’s giant in my limerick.

The first time we posted a limerick from The Book of Giant Stories, the blog enjoyed a high number of viewers, some of whom pitched in their own limericks. So I hope this new one will kick off a round of additional limericks from those of you who enjoy the form.

We have a few more days before I give you the new single-word poem starter for November so you have time to whip up a limerick or two.

Some have asked if the dirt poems will be cut off at the end of this month. No, you can post them anytime. We’ll simply add a new word for November and see what it inspires our contributing poets to create.

In the meantime, we need our limerick writers!