It's done.
Sixty-one limericks.
And now that I've got this off my mind, it will probably be at least another seven years before I have the urge to limerick again. Many thanks to you guys for hanging in with me during this temporary insanity, especially to everyone who reviewed and encouraged this strange project. You guys brightened my days.
If you enjoy my. . . uh. . . poetry. . .consider visiting my website (there's a link in my profile) to read my rhymed review of The Fright Before Christmas. If you're at all curious about my prose, check out Schroedinger's Anniversary (in progress--I should have been working on that instead of writing limericks!)or the completed stories A Thermos for Valerie and Side Two, Merge.
Will somebody please e-mail me some aspirin?
"Folks, I promise I will not allow
this
to happen. That's my solemn vow.
Turn
into him? Never!
My
lifetime endeavor.
(Hey
Lancer! Make sense to you, now?)
"Will
you waste me?" asked Danny, "Demented!
It's
your own life that's being prevented."
"You
don't get it, you fool!
Only
time is the tool
I'm
still here; I can't be circumvented!"
The
battle was running amok.
And
you know? It was just Phantom's luck
that
his hair conflagration
could
lead to cremation
when
he hit a petroleum truck.
Four
Phantoms 'round Danny revolving:
"You
can't prevent me from evolving!"
"By
the promise I swore,
you
should be. . . nevermore!"
"You're
a child! Who cares what you're resolving?"
The
answer he gave was laconic.
"I
PROMISED!" he cried. It's ironic
that
two words would work
to
disable the jerk
when
the emphasis went supersonic.
Phantom asked, "Is it too much to ask
how
you learned to accomplish that task?"
Though
a building was razed,
Dan
emerged from it, dazed,
And
got caught in a ghost vacuum flask.
Danny
tried to transform, but he failed;
seems
the forces of evil prevailed.
The
hands of time stayed,
bird's
eye on the parade;
time
goes marching on, but he bailed.
Danny's
willing to take all the heat.
"The
answers just fell at my feet!
There's
no way to conceal
that
I've broken the seal,
But
I'm telling you: I'll never cheat!"
Danny
waited with cold apprehension,
but
Lancer relieved all his tension.
"I'll
give you a break,
and
the make-up you'll take.
You
can study all week in detention!"
Jasmine
watched him confess what he did do,
concerned
about all he had been through.
"I've
now told my brother,
we'll
trust one another.
But
this will take some getting used to!"
And finally. . . drum roll, please. . . .
The observants cried Clockwork's disgrace,
"You
must now defend his resting place!"
Let
the future beware,
for
the signs are all there:
First
the laughter, and then. . . .
Fist—
Fist—
Face!