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Happy St. Patrick's Day Contest!

 
By Mary Rotman
March 17, 2009 | Comments: 30

piperedbeard-main_Full.jpgIn celebration of St. Patrick's Day, we've decided to launch a limerick contest. The standard form of a limerick is a poem with five lines, with the first, second and fifth lines having nine syllables and rhyming with one another, and the third and fourth lines having five or six syllables and rhyming separately.

Today, we're encouraging you to write a limerick that is either tech-themed or that references O'Reilly Media or one (or more) of our books. Anything goes, so long as it fits the standard form of a limerick and is a PG rating. We'll run the contest all day long and then randomly pick three winners out of a hat to win a free ebook of your choice.

Have fun, and be sure to check back later to see what other creative minds have come up with!


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an English degree from way back
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an evening to fritter...
are limericks better than crack?

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