Anaepestic Pentameter Exercise (from the PFFA Scansion Mansion)

 

To the right of my shed stands a bath where the birds can delight
me with frolic and ritual cleansing. I'd love to be able
to bathe in the garden but the neighbours would probably scream.

 

 

 

A Limerick Exercise (from the PFFA Scansion Mansion)

A penis, if not very big
won't get men a sexual gig.
If man learns though, when young,
to make deft use of tongue,
most women will dance a wild jig.

 

 

Cross-rhymed quatrains exercise (from the PFFA Scansion Mansion)

You guessed it – I was taking a poke at Clive at the time…

Clive has a head cold, he's feeling like shit.
One couldn't feel worse, you'd agree?
If you stop, take a moment to think about it,
far worse things could happen, you'll see.

Men, have you stood at the trough in the loo
and from bum cheeks, you let a tune rip?
You laugh at the notes from your rectal kazoo
then your dick gets caught up in your zip!

Ladies, imagine, your man of the hour
with tongue, wants to coax lips apart.
He makes his way down to your pink-petalled flower
but your muscles give way and you fart!

Both these examples should quite clearly tell
Uncle Clive not to seek sympathy.
I speak as a man who  knows only too well.
I've had both of them happen to me.

 

A double dactyl exercise (from the Scansion Mansion again!)

Obelisk. Obelisk.

Alan the alien

bonked a fair maiden from

Ganymede Three.

 

Soon he was wishing for

hyperdimensional

freedom and surcease from

spatial VD.

 

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