Limerick n A fiveline nonsense poem written with

Limerick A silly Jack-o-Lantern named Keith Wanda the witch on her broom Was ashamed

Limerick There was once a big zombie named Ned Who hated the fact he

Limerick A good way to start a limerick is by making the first line

Epitaph • Writing on a tomb or headstone • Praising or reflecting on the

Epitaph Here lies ANN MANN Who lived an old maid, But died an old

Epitaph Here lays Butch. We planted him raw. He was quick on the trigger

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Limerick n. A five-line “nonsense” poem written with: – one couplet (two lines that rhyme) – and one triplet (three lines that rhyme) n Rhyme scheme is A, A, B, B, A – Lines 1, 2, and 5 rhyme – Lines 3 and 4 rhyme n Lines 1, 2 and 5 have around 8 syllables each n Lines 3 and 4 have around 5 syllables each

Limerick A silly Jack-o-Lantern named Keith Wanda the witch on her broom Was ashamed of his big orange teeth Swept through the town yelling, “ZOOM!” He wrapped green round his head, Through a perchance of luck Had his teeth painted red, Never heard the big truck And now silly Keith is a wreath. ~ Bob Tucker And she zoomed on her broom to her doom ~ Graeme King

Limerick There was once a big zombie named Ned Who hated the fact he was dead This was made ever worse When he ran from his hearse As poor Fred left the hearse with no head! ~ Matthew Murray It was quite a frightening night The ghosts and the witches took flight Children all hasty Treats very tasty A truly remarkable sight! ~ Ryan Poole

Limerick A good way to start a limerick is by making the first line look something like this: There once was a _____ named _____. Or There once was a _____ from ______. Then, think of words that rhyme with the NAME or the PLACE that you wrote in the first line. You’re halfway done writing an awesome limerick!

Epitaph • Writing on a tomb or headstone • Praising or reflecting on the life of a deceased person • Two to four lines; may be rhyming or not • Epitaphs can be funny, or they may be beautiful. But just like the people they memorialize, they are all unique and different!

Epitaph Here lies ANN MANN Who lived an old maid, But died an old Mann. ~ Cemetery in London, England Cast a cold eye On life, on death. Horseman, pass by. ~ Headstone of W. B. Yeats While living men my tomb do view, Remember well, There’s room for you. Here lies the body Of Jonathan Blake He stepped on the gas Instead of the brake.

Epitaph Here lays Butch. We planted him raw. He was quick on the trigger But slow on the draw. ~ Boot Hill Cemetery Tombstone, Arizona Here lies the body Of Edward Hyde. We laid him here Because he died! I told you I was sick. ~B. P. Roberts, 1929 -1979