how many lines are in a limerick?
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five:\n\nthe first one is  about 8 syllables long\nthe second is the same length and rhymes with the first\nthe third is shorter (usually 5 syllables) and doesn't rhyme with the other two.\nthe fourth is also 5 syllables and normally rhymes with the third\nThe fifth is 8 syllables and rhymes with the first and second.\n\nHonestly, it's not as complicated as it looks!
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This is 19 lines, but it is a great poem and a fantastic oral presentation!  Good luck!\n\n \nDylan Thomas. Funny-looking chap, but chicks dug him. \nDo not go gentle into that good night,\nOld age should burn and rave at close of day; \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\n\nThough wise men at their end know dark is right, \nBecause their words had forked no lightning they \nDo not go gentle into that good night. \n\n\nGood men, the last wave by, crying how bright \nTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\n\nWild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, \nAnd learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, \nDo not go gentle into that good night. \n\n\nGrave men, near death, who see with blinding sight \nBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\n\nAnd you, my father, there on the sad height, \nCurse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. \nDo not go gentle into that good night. \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\n\nDylan Thomas, 1951 or 1952 \n\n\nA Villanelle is a 19-line poem consisting of five tercets and a final quatrain on two rhymes, with the first and third lines of the first tercet repeated alternately as a refrain closing the succeeding stanzas and joined as the final couplet of the quatrain. The word is French, derived from Italian villanella, the feminine of villanello, rustic; from villano, peasant; from Vulgar Latin villanus; from Latin villa, a country house. \n\n"Addressed to the poet's father as he approached blindness and death. The relevant aspect of the relationship was Thomas's profound respect for his father's uncompromising independence of mind, now tamed by illness. In the face of strong emotion, the poet sets himself the task of mastering it in the difficult form of the villanelle. Five tercets are followed by a quatrain, with the first and last line of the stanza repeated alternately as the last line of the subsequent stanzas and gathered into a couplet at the end of the quatrain. And all this on only two rhymes. Thomas further compounds his difficulty by having each line contain 10 syllables".
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69..\n\nand try to paraphrase your friggin homework...
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If you need more than one to get it, you're not all that bright.  Anyway, the first and third lines have 5 syllables and the 2nd line has 7 syllables.
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Poe wrote on both. Otherwise.... \n\n(http://www.straightdope.com/classics/a5_266.html )
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Not just 5 lines 31 syllables, they are broken down by syllables per line:\n5\n7\n5\n7\n7\nThey focus on nature, so don't be foolish ans write about a sport or love. write about a river, or some process in nature like erosion turning mountains into sand. Don't repeat yourself, and don't use any adverbs liek "slowly" or "very".\n\nIf you wanted someone to write one FOR you, that probably isn't going to happen. Take a crack at it!
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hahahahahahahahahahaha\nhahahahahahahahahahaha\nhahahahahahahahahahaha\nhahahahahahahahahahaha\nhahahahahahahahahahaha\nhahahahahahahahahahaha\nhahahahahahahahahahaha\nhahahahahahahahahahaha\nhahahahahahahahahahaha\nhahahahahahahahahahaha\nhahahahahahahahahahaha\n\nVERY VERY NICE JOKE!!!!
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The space between two lines.
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there is a separate section for jokes ...
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six\nsix\nsix\nsix\nsix\nsix\n\nthats six right
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quintillion, septillion, octillion, nonillion, decillion
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5 lines?? must they be straight lines or can they be curved or another circle inside??  If you put the four lines thru like 2 x's then draw a small circle it is 16 pieces.
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This is actually 60 lines (ten stanzas, six lines each), but I "fixed" it so you can read it better. Good luck!\nThe link has the actual stanzas in original form.\n\nCurfew Must Not Ring Tonight\n\nRose Hartwick Thorpe\n\nSlowly England's sun was setting \no'er the hilltops far away,\nFilling all the land with beauty \nat the close of one sad day;\nAnd its last rays kissed the forehead \nof a man and maiden fair --\nHe with steps so slow and weary; \nshe with sunny, floating hair;\nHe with bowed head, sad and thoughtful, \nshe, with lips all cold and white,\nStruggling to keep back the murmur, \n"Curfew must not ring tonight!"\n\n\n"Sexton," Bessie's white lips faltered, \npointing to the prison old,\nWith its walls tall and gloomy, \nmoss-grown walls dark, damp and cold --\n"I've a lover in the prison, \ndoomed this very night to die\nAt the ringing of the curfew, \nand no earthly help is nigh.\nCromwell will not come till sunset;" \nand her lips grew strangely white,\nAs she spoke in husky whispers, \n"Curfew must not ring tonight!"\n\n\n"Bessie," calmly spoke the sexton \n(every word pierced her young heart\nLike a gleaming death-winged arrow, \nlike a deadly poisoned dart),\n"Long, long years I've rung the curfew \nfrom that gloomy, shadowed tower;\nEvery evening, just at sunset, \nit has tolled the twilight hour.\nI have done my duty ever, \ntried to do it just and right:\nNow I'm old, I will not miss it. \nCurfew bell must ring tonight!"\n\n\nWild her eyes and pale her features, \nstern and white her thoughtful brow,\nAs within her secret bosom, \nBessie made a solemn vow.\nShe had listened while the judges read, \nwithout a tear or sigh,\n"At the ringing of the curfew, \nBasil Underwood must die."\nAnd her breath came fast and faster, \nand her eyes grew large and bright;\nOne low murmur, faintly spoken. \n"Curfew must not ring tonight!"\n\n\nShe with quick step bounded forward, \nsprang within the old church-door,\nLeft the old man coming slowly, \npaths he'd trod so oft before.\nNot one moment paused the maiden, \nBut with eye and cheek aglow,\nStaggered up the gloomy tower, \nWhere the bell swung to and fro;\nAs she climbed the slimy ladder, \nOn which fell no ray of light,\nUpward still, her pale lips saying, \n"Curfew shall not ring tonight!"\n\n\nShe has reached the topmost ladder, \no'er her hangs the great dark bell;\nAwful is the gloom beneath her, \nlike the pathway down to hell.\nSee! the ponderous tongue is swinging; \n'tis the hour of curfew now,\nAnd the sight has chilled her bosom, \nstopped her breath, and paled her brow.\nShall she let it ring? No, never! \nHer eyes flash with sudden light,\nAs she springs, and grasps it firmly: \n"Curfew shall not ring tonight!"\n\n\nOut she swung -- far out. The city \nSeemed a speck of light below --\nThere twixt heaven and earth suspended, \nAs the bell swung to and fro.\nAnd the sexton at the bell-rope, \nold and deaf, heard not the bell,\nSadly thought that twilight curfew \nrang young Basil's funeral knell.\nStill the maiden, clinging firmly, \nquivering lip and fair face white,\nStilled her frightened heart's wild throbbing: \n"Curfew shall not ring tonight!"\n\n\nIt was o'er, the bell ceased swaying; \nand the maiden stepped once more\nFirmly on the damp old ladder, \nwhere, for hundred years before,\nHuman foot had not been planted. \nThe brave deed that she had done\nShould be told long ages after. \nAs the rays of setting sun\nLight the sky with golden beauty, \naged sires, with heads of white,\nTell the children why the curfew \ndid not ring that one sad night.\n\n\nO'er the distant hills comes Cromwell. \nBessie sees him; and her brow,\nLately white with sickening horror, \nhas no anxious traces now.\nAt his feet she tells her story, \nshows her hands, all bruised and torn;\nAnd her swee
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A sonnet:\n\n10 Lines, 14 syllables each, last two lines are a rhyming couplet.
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I think a limerick would be helpful in illustrating how rhymes work in a specific poetic form. I would have listed some sites, but it looks like there are too many to choose from. You might also use lyrics ( a few lines) from some of Weird Al Yankovic's song parodies to show how funny rhymes are used in music.
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The next line is 312211. First line : 1\nSecond line describes the first line : One-one (11)\nThird line describes the second line : Two-ones(21)'\nFourth line describes the third line : One-two, One-one (1211).\n\nEtc.\n\nSo, the sixth line would be 3 one's, two two's, and one one = 312211
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You'd do best to start simple. Eight lines, for instance, with either eight or ten syllables in each line. Make the last word in line 2 rhyme with the last word in line 4, and the last word in line 6 rhyme with th elast word in line 8. You don't have to make all the lines rhyme. You might want to try meter; if so, iambic is the easiest.\n\nLike singing, juggling, riding a bicycle no hands or baking a cake, it takes practice.\n\nFigure out what you like best about him - or just something you like about him - and set it to rhyme.\n\n"I love to take your hand in mine, as we\nWalk a-long life's trail; you are so strong and\nWarm, I feel pro-tec-ted in your grasp, I\nE'en like the feel of call-ous on your hand."\n\nI put "-" in to show syllables. "E'en" is a poetic contraction to make the last line come out 10 syllables. It means "Even". I didn't use much meter. The first eight syllables in the first line are iambic (soft-hard). Then it goes to pot. "as we" is two soft syllables in a row.\n\nThis one was what we in the writing trade call quick and dirty. Yours will vary. If he doesn't hold your hand when you walk together, or he doesn't have callouses, pick something else you like about him. It would probably be better to write a number of short ones about shared times or different things you like about him than to try to put all of your love in one long poem.\n\nThere are poems that don't rhyme or have meter. They are easier to write, but they aren't as good. They are like serving hamburger helper instead of rib steak.\n\nMeter means you have a pattern of soft and hard syllables. Most people prounounce "Even" with a strong "E" and a soft "ven", for instance. Iambic means you alternate soft and hard syllables, starting with a soft one. Some people say it is the natural form of English. Iambic pentameter is five of each in each line. Shakespeare used it a lot.