Limerick writer

I discovered last weekend that I can write limericks these days.
I’ve tried before, but they never came. Probably all the writing I do
these days just makes rearranging words in my head easier than it used
to be.

The inspiration was the annual Boston
Wort Processors pub crawl. Jim Fitzgerald posted a “Night before
the pub crawl” and suggested that other people write crawl-inspired
poems. We agreed that the limerick was probably the most suitable
form, although there was also a suggestion of haiku.

This one I made up before the crawl:

A youthful wort once had a knack
Of tying six beers to his back
   As he finished one beer
   Drew the next past his ear
And continued to snarf the 6-pack.

And these two are day-after-the crawl ones:

A lazy young fellow named Fred
Kept deciding to go back to bed
     When his dog said, "We Walk!"
     He replied, "You should talk!"
And the dog followed where he was led.

A slippery fellow named Bill
Put some beer he'd brewed into a still..
    It came to a boil,
    And dripped out the coil,
And Bill took it instead of a pill.

And here’s the haiku I came up with.

lazy summer day
after the crawl
more beer soon

If I figure out how to do it about harps or serpents instead of
just beer, I could get published for a slightly wider public than
wortnet.

So here’s the first harp one:

A harper who knew how to flip
Levers, stopped as she snuck in a sip
     Of her wassail, but soon
     She lost track of the tune,
And she ended up getting no tip.

And here’s a serpent one:

A young serpent player named Joan
Tried to teach her C Serpent to moan.
      As she blew in the top,
      All she got was a pop,
So she went for a heart-rending groan.