Just a short series of limericks I wrote inspired by Gone with the Wind. Some frivolous, some a little more serious. May be continued if I get enough feedback.
There was a plantation called Tara
That was owned by a man named O'Hara.
Though it fell to the Yankees,
Don't get out your hankies;
It defined the Civil War era.
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There once was a fellow named Rhett
Who was incapable of regret.
Though he added, "Mind you,
That isn't quite true-
There's this girl I wish I'd never met."
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There was a man from the old sod
Who believed most devoutly in God.
Though his voice was like Moses,
Unlike one supposes,
Most often he did spare the rod.
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There was a nice place called Twelve Oaks
Where gathered the finest of blokes.
When a discord erupted,
Gerald interrupted,
"We'll debate this till somebody croaks."
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The thing about life in the South
Is most often you must shut your mouth.
For gossip abounds,
And the meanness confounds,
If you mispronounce a name like Goethe.
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There once were two fellows named Tarleton
Who fell in love with a young harlequin.
Though society warned them
And family scorned them,
They danced through the night with that charlatan.
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There once was a madam named Belle,
Who was told she was going to hell.
Though she never repented,
The girl fin'ly relented:
"If Rhett's there, then it's just as well."
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There once was a doctor named Meade
Who was quite an old fellow indeed.
For his hearing was bad
And it made him quite mad,
We prescribed him medicinal weed.
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In the wake of old General Sherman,
The town of Atlanta was burnin'.
In the foreground, a kiss;
Oh, what cinema bliss!
We need the director Baz Luhrmann.
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There was a young fellow named Ashley
Who refused our girl Scarlett quite brashly.
When she asked him to go
With her to Mexico,
He said, "My dear, we mustn't act rashly."
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If you ever should go to a ball,
You will not have a good time at all.
Hurl a vase from a shelf,
Make a fool of yourself,
And the boys will not come when you call.
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The world of M. Mitchell's Atlanta
Seems a tale no more truthful than Santa.
If you go there today,
You'll have glamour and sway
With your cell phone and bottle of Fanta.