Almost has a theory about the limerick.  He says it’s a corruption of the poetic term lyric and the acerbic citrus fruit, the lime (think limey), thus making the limerick a melodious tart. Almost pushes this a little further with his self-proclaimed limerode, an amalgam of the lowly limerick and the lofty ode.  I would simply call it odious.  But who am I to judge; I am just AH staff.  Albeit, with my help he has penned this apology for his recent memoirs.  JK

TO WIT:
 Near bayou Lafourche lived this frog                       
Who rarely went far from his log.
    But so bored he became,
    He set out for fame
And adventures just past the next bog.

In a new form he wrote down his feats
With five lines of uneven beats.
    Like the limericks of old
    But dashingly bold,
These cinquains of lyrical treats.

His tales were logged in a limerick mode,
A new style he called  limerode.
    But lines three and four
    Offer us even more,
Exploiting the rhymes a la mode.
   
So be ready to take a nice ride
With Almost and friends at his side.
    Through all the near misses,
    And such poetry that this is
To an ending, for now, we must hide.



 Almost Hardly The Frog