I've just started a couple weeks worth of limericks on expressionist master Fritz Lang's Freudian drama Secret Beyond the Door, as well as a few other films. Here's the first one.
You'll be bound to a morbid life mate
Live surrounded by horror and hate
Your bridal bouquet
Will dry and decay
Turn around now before it's too late.
Find this and many other rhymes on Lang's films noir and more on Limerwrecks.
Starting week two of our poetic tribute to Fritz Lang and Joan Bennett at Limerwrecks. Here's one with a pic of Joan in Scarlet Street.
Joan of Dark
To make it she's scratched and she's clawed
By apes she's been slapped at and pawed
Bought, bartered and sold,
Her heart's not of gold
No lady, Joan Bennett's a broad.
Winding up week 3 of 4 on the films of Fritz Lang, all to be found on Limerwrecks.
The Bluebeard of Crappiness
A newlywed girl and her boy
Should be drooling and fervid with joy
Days filling with pleasure
And thrills beyond measure
Not ruled by the urge to destroy.
Starting week four of our Fritz Lang month, moving to his early work in Germany. As always, you can find these rhymes on Limerwrecks. Here's today's limerick:
This slasher is killing der kinder
His acts are political tinder
The criminal class
Puts a crimp on his ass
So their cash in the till he can't hinder.
have you had a Peter Lorre month? Keep them coming!
This past week at Limerwrecks has been all noir and The Killers, and the week before that was on Alfred Hitchcock.
Here's one of the limericks on The Killers:
Kitty Kitty Bang Bang
The killers are coming to call
They're milling about in the hall
It started with Kitty,
Black-hearted and pretty:
Worth a million, she wanted it all.
One of the limericks on Criss Cross at Limerwrecks.
Cross Over and Out
As the sands through the hourglass sift
Back to Anna his thoughts always drift
In the past with his ex
He has passionate sex
And his glands get a powerful lift.
Soap noir? I always wonder why after watching that opening anyone stuck around to waste their time on the show.
Last edited by Surly; 05-30-2012 at 10:25 AM.
Started the first of two or three weeks of rhymes on Ulmer's DETOUR over at LIMERWRECKS.
Here's the first:
This squat-budget noir pic is thrifty
It's plot is fetched far but it's nifty
Killer con men and dames
Fill its ominous frames...
It's not just the cars that are shifty.
Into week two of what might be a month of DETOUR based limericks at my blog LIMERWRECKS, here. Tell your friends, call the cops--do something!
Al bums a ride west in a car,
But thumbing won't get him that far
This B movie "quickie"
Will slip him a Mickey,
While plumbing the depths of film noir.
Starting week three on Tom Neal and Ann Savage in Edgar G. Ulmer's Detour. Read the rest at LIMERWRECKS.
He departs but can't guess the direction
Once they start the distressed rear projection
The road winds and he wends
And then finally ends
Behind bars in a house of correction.
Starting week four on Edgar G. Ulmer's DETOUR...
PAY DIRT CHEAP
You may judge it deranged or bizarre,
But the blood in its veins is pure noir
It was shot on a dime
And, a lot like this rhyme,
Had a budget of change in a jar.
Halfway into week FIVE on Ulmer's Detour...
Medusa's are Wild
Fickle Fate had me snared by the collar,
In a state of despair draped in squalor
I'd been paired with a date
Whose eyes flared with such hate,
To stare straight at her glare made me holler.
Read 'em all at LimerWrecks.
In the middle of another week of LIMERICK NOIR, and the first of three on Dana Andrew's dilemma in WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS.
THE STIFF THAT DREAMS AIN'T MADE OF
There's no pulse, and my gut starts to sink
Just one one punch, the mutt's gone in a blink
Though he's "late" as in "dead"
From the plate in his head,
Better dump his cold butt in the drink.
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