Want yarn? Write a limerick!

There once was a knitter named Natalie
Who in March declared quite battily,
“Write about Irish Pride
Or The Princess Bride
If you want yarn Kim dyed up so nattily.”

Perhaps you’re getting the picture now! In my last post I released the Clover Shawl and talked about having a contest to win a skein of the lovely yarn (Indigodragonfly’s Merino Silk Lace) in the colour that I used to knit the sample.

I have made a decision: you have to write a limerick for an entry to win the yarn. But wait! There’s a catch! The limerick has to have something to do with either Irish Pride (for the clover design & St. Patrick’s Day) or The Princess Bride (for the colourway’s amazingly long name).

You can post your limericks as comments on this post, as comments on my Facebook page, or in this contest thread in my Ravelry group. Each unique and theme-abiding limerick is good for an entry. Contest closes at midnight (Eastern) on Sat. Mar. 17th. Get one more entry by tweeting about the contest with a link to this post and copying me, @nservant.

Let me sum up! You can win this yarn:

And these lucky charms (ok, Lucky Penny stitch markers from Francine)


by posting a unique Irish Pride or Princess Bride limerick in the comments here, on Facebook, or on Ravelry.

Get an extra entry by tweeting a link to this blog post and including @nservant.

Good luck!

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27 Responses to Want yarn? Write a limerick!

  1. Imogene says:

    I hope this satisfies the requirements!

    I couldn’t knit anything garish
    With such a green yarn made to cherish
    So if I couldn’t win
    That heavenly skein
    Why, that’d be the luck o’ the Irish!

  2. Chelsea Wong says:

    This is wretched, but here goes:

    There’s such a thing as knitter’s amnesia
    Where nothing but new yarn will please ya.
    And though your memory may go,
    this one thing you know:
    Don’t get involved in a land war in Asia!

    Clever idea, thanks for making us think :-) And of course, thanks for the giveaway!

  3. Joanne says:

    This kinda sucks…but, what the hey!

    As a knitter I started with socks,
    Cos they’re fun and they’re quick and it rocks.
    Then I knit my first shawl,
    And had such a ball,
    Now my feet are quite cold on my walks!

  4. Jennerknit says:

    As you wish. ;) A limerick is achievable.
    Green yarn, lucky charms; unbelievable.
    And with Irish pride,
    I am bursting inside,
    If I won, it would be _inconceivable_!

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  6. KittenWithAWhiplash says:

    Any Irish Lad or Lass’ll
    Tell ye “A shiny green tassel
    Will bring ye good luck
    When you’re running amok.”
    Have fun storming the castle!

    Fun contest and beautiful prizes, thanks!

  7. CarrieM (Caam) says:

    Okay, this is pretty bad, but here goes:

    “The wearin’ o’ the green
    Is spring-ey and so keen
    On St. Patrick’s Day a pinch to avoid
    I’d be so overjoyed…
    …”No more rhymes now – I mean it ! Anybody want a peanut.”

    (It’s not my favorite quote, but I just could not come up with anything for “My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Now prepare to die!”))

  8. Kellie Redding says:

    oh this is going to be painful so have some rum and sit on a bolder for a spell.

    The clover shawl is adorable
    without Indigodragonfly lace deplorable
    but with Irish luck
    and plenty of pluck
    I’ll not find myself unemployable, in Greenland!

  9. dclulu says:

    An embarrassingly bad entry in the limerick competition — but I satisfied one of your requirements and even worked an Indigodragonfly meme into it.

    Not a cute cuddly squirrel of doom
    Or a large bunny rabbit, I assume.
    It’s bigger than that,
    More like a great cat:
    It’s an R.O.U.S. in the room!

  10. Shari says:

    No more laughing now, I blame the lateness of the hour…

    When I was just a wee lad
    my cheeks were slashed up really bad
    I’ve grown up, so it’s time
    you six fingered slime
    Prepare to die! You killed my dad!

  11. Shari says:

    another one. haha!!!

    There once was a cup of butter
    Whose heart became all a flutter
    when she kissed a farm boy
    and made him her toy
    “as you wish!” was all he would mutter

  12. Arlin says:

    Would this count?

    ‘Twas late at night in West Indies
    In cold he watches the storm rages
    “I miss my Buttercup, truly
    in my travels I dream cruelly
    that Humperdinck dies in cries and agonies!”

  13. Rachel says:

    There once was a knitter from Florin
    Whose second sock was way too borin’
    She learned how to darn
    with fire swamp yarn.
    And went dancing across the new floorin’

  14. Joanna says:

    If you want to make sure you have luck
    Then four-leafed clovers you must pluck.
    And bundle them all
    In Nat’s hand-knitted shawl
    And its beauty will make your friends awestruck.

  15. Joanna says:

    And a Princess Bride homage (if a limerick can be said to be homage…)

    Yes, the princess is quite a winning creature
    Her beauty is her greatest feature
    But war plans to further
    I’ll just set up her murder
    It’s a shame I won’t be able to keep her.

  16. Liz says:

    Not quite sure if it’s what you are looking for, but there’s a princess, a bride and a bit o’ the Irish too… Thanks:) contests are so much fun.

    The Princess, a Bride she’d become
    And she knit and she knit until dawn
    A hat, shirt, and hose,
    She knit all of his clothes,
    Then married her Wee Leprachaun.

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  18. Joanna says:

    I’m knitting the Cloverleaf Shawl
    From a wonderful green sock yarn ball.
    Nat’s lace is designed
    Like rich emeralds entwined–
    Wear it winter, spring, summer…and FALL.

  19. There was a fine lass named Servant
    who called for a rhyme with verdant.
    Asked for all to spin
    a green yarn to win
    a skein of silk lace to enchant.