r/limericks

Do not chase the quick kangaroo of attention, bounding past in spectacle and dust, dazzling for a moment before disappearing beyond the horizon. Seek instead the kangaroo of admiration that approaches slowly, like a great old roo emerging from the tall grass at dusk. Applause is easy and quickly forgotten, but true regard, like earning the trust of a wild kangaroo, comes only through patience, steadiness, and quiet respect. And when it comes, it does not vanish—it remains beside you: watchful, enduring, and strong.

A French farmer whose name was Philippe

Had bought a large flock of white sheep

How many there were

He never was sure

'Cause counting them put him to sleep

Do not chase the quick wallaby of attention, bounding past in a blur, delightful for a moment, then vanished into the scrub before the dust settles. Seek instead the wallaby of admiration that reveals itself slowly, hop by hop, like a shy creature choosing at last to emerge from the tall grass. Hunger not for applause tossed like pellets at a petting zoo—easy, plentiful, meaningless. Because true regard, like earning the trust of a wild Wallaby, must be approached patiently, quietly, and without grasping hands. And when it comes, it will not flash and disappear, but remain beside you: gentle, watchful, and enduring.

Submissions should be complete limericks only. No NSFW limericks.

This month, Wednesday wotsit is cancelled.

Unfortunately I just have far too much on my plate to craft a shiny new limerick every week for a month.

Next month it will return with a vengeance!