There once was a clod trained jujitsu
Who challenged his lap dog, "you shitzhu!"
They fought for an hour,
'till the carpet was sour,
and they slipped in their pile of new sh*t-stew.

Juvenile? Yes.
Profound? Sort of...

"Jujitzu" is the discipline of theology,
through which the "clod" seeks to improve his lot.
But, he foolishly seeks to test this discipline upon safe assumptions (the lap dog).
The "hour" is any measure of time
and the "sour carpet" is the resulting disillusionment.

(I do confess though, "new sh*t-stew" just rhymes, sort of.)

Must be profound if you have to analyse your own limerick.

Great fun and cleverly performed. Even the analysis is believable.......possibly.

Thank you, H. H..

I've heard it said once that when we offer our poems to the world,
it's like sending forth one of our own children.
I don't know who would say something as nutty as that,
but I understand it.

As far as that may be true,
then this poem of mine I have bourne forth
has special needs.

In my own shame, I find my true strength.

I will type this, God as my witness,
and for anyone else who views this post;
I shall not disown this poem.

I will not allow my pride to delete what I have created.
Where was my self-esteem when I clicked this poem into being?
I'll tell you where, out to freaking lunch!

Sure, I know it well; I concieved this poem (or, conceived it [friggin' spell check!])
in a selfish display of foolishness,
but this poem is my own.

H. H., your appreciation is presumed, I cannot thank you too much.

Your encouragement fans the vapors of my rectitude.
(how do you delete on this damn thing?)

your brother in verse, S.

Shawn, if you were to become a member and post as such, you would then be enabled to delete your own stuff.

I will accept all of the thanks you can administer.

If you would rectify the part about rectitude we might even stay friends! I know I'm a fan of this limerick but that's about all I want to waft!

Hey

Hey,
I'm sorry.
That crack I made about the 'vapors' just slipped out.
Maybe we just need a little breathing space.

Your fellow member,
S.

No need to be sorry. I intended my reply as fun. But I'll do my breathing away from your vapours!