1. The poem must be either a couplet (two rhyming lines, “AA”) or two couplets (“AA/BB”).
2. Each line starts with an accented syllable and runs for nine syllables in an iambic meter: BA-da-BA-da-BA-da-BA-da-BA.
3. The FIRST syllables of each couplet also rhyme with each other.
Winner gets the Inkin’ Memorial, the Style Invitational trophy. Second place wins the novel “Doctor Proctor’s Fart Powder: Bubble in the Bathtub,” donated by 11-year-old Loser scion Saralinda Contompasis, who found it entirely too juvenile and clearly better suited to her father’s crowd.
Other runners-up win their choice of a coveted Style Invitational Loser T-shirt, a yearned-for Loser Mug or the ardently desired Grossery Bag. Honorable mentions get a lusted-after Loser magnet. First Offenders get a smelly, tree-shaped air “freshener” (Fir Stink for their first ink). E-mail entries to
or fax to 202-334-4312. Deadline is Monday, July 9; results published July 29 (online July 207. No more than 25 entries per entrant per week. Include “Week 978” in your e-mail subject line or it might be ignored as spam. Include your real name, postal address and phone number with your entry. See contest rules and guidelines at wapo.st/StyleInv. The subhead for this week’s honorable mentions is by Kevin Dopart; the alternative headline in the “Next Week” line is by Tom Witte. Join the Style Invitational Devotees group on Facebook at
Report from Week 974
in which we asked for limericks about a play, book, movie or TV show: We had so many fine entries that we might also run more of them later this summer.
The winner of the Inkin’ Memorial
Why does Greece’s Odysseus roam
For so long while Penelope’s home?
It could be he won’t ask
For directions — a task
That’s too tough for his Y-chromosome. (Chris Doyle, Ponder, Tex.)
Winner of the kangaroo-scrotum coin purse:
When viewed with objective lucidity,
This film is of doubtful validity
Because it’s notorious
For saying it’s glorious
To live a life based on stupidity. (Dixon Wragg, Santa Rosa, Calif.)
“Pride and Prejudice” (1995)
Miss Elizabeth Bennet’s low birth,
No connections and little net worth,
Mom a twit, sis a skank —
It’s a stretch (let’s be frank)
To suggest she could land Colin Firth. (Brendan Beary, Great Mills, Md.)
At the end, when the cops finally come,
All the murder and gore leaves them numb.
From the way Norman’s dressed,
They can tell that he’s stressed;
Does he talk? No, he’s just keeping mum. (Beverley Sharp, Montgomery, Ala.)
Po’witry: Honorable mentions
Contestants from Nome to Hoboken
Will vie for a totem or token.
It may defy reason —
Its 20th season!
The upshot: The tripe has now spoken. (Mike Gips, Bethesda, Md.)
Though it won neither plaudits nor gongs,
And for critics’ acclaim it still longs,
Let those killjoys cry, “Boo!”
I’m applauding the view
Of a few of my favorite thongs. (Stephen Gold, Glasgow, Scotland)
We’ve got lovers whom death cannot sever!
And a villain who’s scheming and clever!
And a ship whose demise
Will bring tears to your eyes!
Oh, a script? Okay, yeah, sure, whatever. (Duncan Stevens, Vienna, Va.)
“The Crying Game”
A terrorist who fled the scene is
Quite drawn to a bar-singing Venus.
But the guy is dismayed
When he tries to get laid
And discovers the girl has a [DELETED BECAUSE OF SPOILER]. (Marion Shore, Belmont, Mass., a First Offender)
There once was a man from Nantucket
Whose whaling ship ran out of luck; it
Took on the white whale
And in one epic fail,
Every sailor but one kicked the bucket. (Gary Crockett, Chevy Chase, Md.)
Caltech’s a big deal on TV,
And its physicist-nerds are the key.
“The Big Bang Theory” speaks
In the language of geeks:
PhD = BMOC. (Chris Doyle)
“Guys and Dolls”
How go things in Noo Yawk? Nicely-nicely.
Guys shoot craps; dolls perform very spicily.
Ad loves Nate; Sarah, Sky.
Each ends up with her guy.
Is that cheesy? It’s Broadway. Precisely! (Nan Reiner, Alexandria, Va.)
“I Dream of Jeannie”
The love life of a brave astronaut’ll
Be something a blond babe who’s hot’ll
Enhance. She’ll entrance
If she wears harem pants,
Calls him “Master” and lives in a bottle. (Chris O’Carroll, Pelham, Mass.)
“Keeping Up With the Kardashians”
Do you know why the sisters Kardashian
Have a show that they’re paid to look trashy in?
The answer is sad:
The world has gone mad,
And talent has grown out of fashi-on. (Robert Schechter, Dix Hills, N.Y.)
“Gone With the Wind”
Well, the film goes its windy old way,
And it ends with a lousy cliche:
Should we laugh or feel sorrow
To learn that “tomorrow
Is a-” (would you believe?) “-nother day”? (Brian Allgar, Paris)
The Titanic, they said, was unsinkable.
But there weren’t enough lifeboats—unthinkable!
From that wreck came a flick
In the genre of “chick”. . .
It’s too bad that it wasn’t unstinkable. (Paul VerNooy, Hockessin, Del.)
In this timeless and heartwarming story,
A pig learns his future looks gory.
Through designs of her makin’,
A bug saves his bacon—
But alas, she gets none of the glory. (Melissa Balmain, Rochester, N.Y.)
“Two and a Half Men”
Charlie Sheen plays a drunk who is past
His best years, and his star’s fading fast.
As a middle-aged boozer
And skirt-chasing loser,
This actor was perfectly cast. (Robert Schechter)
There once was a starlet named Snooki
Who loved to play loose with her nooki.
But what was she thinking
When bingeing on drinking
While baking her own little cookie? (Colleen Murphy, Kensington, Conn., a First Offender)
It’s Mario Puzo you’ll choose
For a novel that won’t make you snooze.
His writing’s unique —
Or in godfather-speak,
He’s an author you just can’t refuse. (Chris Doyle)
Now in hindsight it’s clear that they really
Could have made a superior “Gigli”
By replacing its actors
With aardvarks or tractors
While they did the whole thing in Swahili. (Ken Kaufman, Derwood, Md.)
In “J. Edgar,” the story line said
That the ruthlessly bare-knuckled Fed
Looked for clues from both G-men
Then pursued them wherever they led. (Christopher Lamora, Guatemala City)
But the rest takes obsession to sort ’er.
Are straightforward, all right,
All the scenes black and white
Has baffled this theater supporter.
“Memento’s” unusual order. (Stephen Gilberg, Washington)
A knock-off of “Lassie” is hell
When it’s under the water you dwell.
Getting help is a bust
When you find that you must
Stay with Timmy inside of the well. (Kevin Dopart, Washington)
I picked up an old
So valued within the academy.
And there I discovered,
On each page, there hovered
A picture of each this-and-that o’ me! (Mae Scanlan, Washington)
“The Great Gatsby”: My students have barreled
Through the text. Though I frequently herald
The writing and plot,
To each student, it’s naught
But the wreck of the F. Scott Fitzgerald. (Matt Monitto, Bristol, Conn.)
“The Princess Bride”
Buttercup, Humperdinck’s prize,
Thought Wesley had met his demise.
He fought for her tresses
With R.O.U.S.es —
She never saw through his disguise?!? (Amanda Yanovitch, Midlothian, Va.)
A deranged Fleet Street barber, so nasty,
Slashed the throats of his clients so fast he
Supplied Mrs. Lovett
With morsels she’d covet
To spice up each victim-filled pasty.
(Phyllis Reinhard, East Fallowfield, Pa.)
A man in an unredeemed state
Whose clock never changes its date
Lays on charm with a trowel
And wins Andie MacDowell,
Which suggests that it’s never too late. (Jerome Betts, Torquay, England, a First Offender)
“In the Line of Fire”
With a nut out there trying to shoot a
Sitting president, none would dispute a
Secret Service man’s task
Is protection; don’t ask
If he nailed some Colombian puta.
“Waiting for Godot”
I’m so bored I could slash both my wrists,
Yet this infinite waiting persists.
At the second act’s curtain
We’re still far from certain
This Godot dude even exists. (Andrew Burnet, Edinburgh, Scotland)
“An Andalusian Dog”
“Un Chien Andalou” wins the prize
For cutting the smug down to size.
Just say, “Hello, Dali!”
To this Buñuel folly.
(But don’t forget — cover your eyes!) (Miles Moore, Alexandria, Va.)
Compilations of New York Magazine Competition entries
New York Mag has its “Giant Sea Tortoise”;
Why don’t we have a book to record us?
We’ll just print what’s refined,
Cut the scat--. . . Never mind.
Nothing left. Best the public ignored us. (Nan Reiner)
Still running — deadline Monday night — is our Google Translate contest. See wapo.st/inv977a.
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Next week’s results: Going Mything, or Crocktales, a contest to add a “sixth myth” to any in a list of topics that served as recent “5 Myths” essays in The Post’s Sunday opinion section, Outlook.