Limericks
Silly little things, I know, but who among us can resist having a little bit of fun? Thanks
so much to J. Marie Croft at Austen Authors for inspiring me to write
these (when I ought to have been working on my manuscript and cleaning my house).
Without further ado, I present you with an
assortment of untitled limericks.
© Susan Adriani, 2009
Mr. Darcy was a man of few words,
his good opinion, quite difficult to earn.
Though Miss Bennet caught his eye,
she could hardly imagine why,
for his proposal was the worst she had heard.
* * *
There was a young lady from Hertfordshire
whose sisters rarely felt much delight with her.
To Brighton she went,
and her time there was spent,
being charmed by a man who'd soon tire of her.
* * *
With an entail over her head,
Mrs. Bennet was always abed.
She moaned and she cried,
and asked, "Good Lord, why?"
for she still had five daughters to wed.
* * *
Miss Bingley had twenty thousand pounds,
which she spent on fine frippery and gowns
in the hope that she'd catch
a very great match,
but Mr. Darcy would just as soon drown.
* * *
There was a plump parson from Kent
whose time would be much better spent
improving his mind
and not wasting other's time,
but his waist always seemed to be bent.
* * *
Jane Bennet was a reputed beauty,
but her silence made her seem snooty.
Bingley surely did love her,
couldn't think of another,
so he came back to claim her nice booty.
Reproduction or redistribution of the above text in any form without the written consent of the author is strictly prohibited. Copyright © Susan Adriani, 2011. All rights reserved.
his good opinion, quite difficult to earn.
Though Miss Bennet caught his eye,
she could hardly imagine why,
for his proposal was the worst she had heard.
* * *
There was a young lady from Hertfordshire
whose sisters rarely felt much delight with her.
To Brighton she went,
and her time there was spent,
being charmed by a man who'd soon tire of her.
* * *
With an entail over her head,
Mrs. Bennet was always abed.
She moaned and she cried,
and asked, "Good Lord, why?"
for she still had five daughters to wed.
* * *
Miss Bingley had twenty thousand pounds,
which she spent on fine frippery and gowns
in the hope that she'd catch
a very great match,
but Mr. Darcy would just as soon drown.
* * *
There was a plump parson from Kent
whose time would be much better spent
improving his mind
and not wasting other's time,
but his waist always seemed to be bent.
* * *
Jane Bennet was a reputed beauty,
but her silence made her seem snooty.
Bingley surely did love her,
couldn't think of another,
so he came back to claim her nice booty.
Reproduction or redistribution of the above text in any form without the written consent of the author is strictly prohibited. Copyright © Susan Adriani, 2011. All rights reserved.