Peaseeker, that once was her name,
MargaretG, that is what she became,
But as Juliet said,
Roses still will be read,
As M's poems will be, just the same.
For she knows how to use words, ye ken,
And she cuts to the quick now and then,
If your verses are weak,
Then that weakness, she'll seek,
Which will give much more power to your pen.
I think that there's room in her heart,
For all who will make a brave start,
Either poetry or prose,
She encourages those,
Who would wish to progress in this Art.
And if you don't believe what I state,
Then look at her poems, they're great,
Whichever you choose,
You'll be touched by her Muse,
She'll reply to your comments, just wait.
Her positive views aren't a pose....
Happy Birthday, you maple-leaved Rose!
Fondest wishes to you,
In all that you do,
And with that, I'm going to close.
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Written November 29th, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- Birthday Bash For MargaretG! by Mari Goes.
800 points, ended December 8, 2005, 12 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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WOW! What a lovely chain of limericks this is. Really enjoyed each and every one of them. The rhymes are awesome but I don't much know about meter so I won't comment about it, I'm sure it must be right, because the poem as a whole flows so flawlessly. Lovely words for a lovely person.
Charishma
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What an amsuing and true poem you have here as gift to Marg!
I was seeking for peas when I met MargaretG, no she was Margaret the Peaseeker then. Now that she's found the peas, to her real name she can apply
Thanks Keith for coming over to her party
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Dinnae fret Ima, my lips are sealed, like my tacketty books. Arkansas, eh? I like the way that's pronounced Arkan -saw - as a bairn I thought it was just Kansas, but a wee bittie Biggar (sorry, couldn't resist a pun). We have a name here, Marjoribanks, which posh people pronounce as Marshbanks. But in Bathgate, where I drive my bus, they pronounce it precisely as wrote.
Oh, and if it's time for confessions, I wis born in Beverley, Yorkshire. So all my tartan and haggis is just a front, ye ken. I ought to be on Ilkely Moor baht hat. And if you're short of a hat, a See You Jimmy Hat could be in the post. They've probably got them on e-bay. I'd go for the one that plays The Bonnie Banks of Loch Lomond. Bye Bye the noo! -
Now one cool think about PeaseekerG? Of course you do, but here is another:
She's got an edge...she seems all calm and nice but she can bite...I know! ;P
I'm nodding my head at what you wrote, and you mentioned prose. Since it is my favorite form to read and write I've found Margseeker to be an untapped talent there too.
Where was I? Oh yes, something you may not know about PeagretG:
She's not Canadian, she just says she's Canadian to sound less povincial. She really grew up in the hills of Arkansas...down in those parts they have a still named after her! Don't tell her I told you.
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I love your puns, I'm like that. I especially like "maple-leaved Rose", since after all my peregrinations, there is no place like home.
I recall that I met you through a limerick string of yours; the idea of going on to more limericks was new to me, and yours were very funny. It's been a pleasure to keep up with your writing.
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