23 Sep


Dear fellow Flynn fans,

Picking up Gentlebard Tim`s thread on errolyric:…
I challenge you now to enter your very own limerick on our Hollywood hero, his friends and woes.

According to Wikipedia, the standard form of a limerick is a stanza of five lines, with the first, second and fifth rhyming with one another and having three feet of three syllables each; and the shorter third and fourth lines also rhyming with each other, but having only two feet of three syllables. The defining “foot” of a limerick’s meter is usually the anapaest, (ta-ta-TUM), but catalexis (missing a weak syllable at the beginning of a line) and extra-syllable rhyme (which adds an extra unstressed syllable) can make limericks appear amphibrachic (ta-TUM-ta).
The first line traditionally introduces a person and a place, with the place appearing at the end of the first line and establishing the rhyme scheme for the second and fifth lines. In early limericks, the last line was often essentially a repeat of the first line, although this is no longer customary.

The form appeared in England in the early years of the 18th century. It was popularized by Edward Lear in the 19th century, although he did not use the term. Gershon Legman, who compiled the largest and most scholarly anthology, held that the true limerick as a folk form is always obscene, and cites similar opinions by Arnold Bennett and George Bernard Shaw, describing the clean limerick as a “periodic fad and object of magazine contests, rarely rising above mediocrity”. From a folkloric point of view, the form is essentially transgressive; violation of taboo is part of its function. Lear is unusual in his creative use of the form, satirising without overt violation:

There was a young lady of Niger
who smiled as she rode on a tiger;
They returned from the ride
with the lady inside,
and the smile on the face of the tiger.

Here`s another good instruction on how to put your words into play:…

Like the old saying goes: creativity is 10% Inspiration and 90% transpiration. So let`s transpire y`all.

The author of the most inventive errolimerick get`s an exclusive copy of a still from my private collection of Errol Flynn`s unfinished “The Story of William Tell” film.


— shangheinz


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  1. Gentleman Tim

    September 23, 2016 at 11:09 am

    Wonderful idea, nantucketheinz. I’ll take a practice swing:

    There once was a man named Errol
    All of us knew him as virile
    He travelled the world
    Impressing the girls
    Who often exclaimed “Oh Errol!”

  2. shangheinz

    September 23, 2016 at 4:45 pm

    Letting syllables be bygones and trying shrewd instead of lewd, here is a slimerick on my part for a start:

    Errol Flynn
    very keen
    Fond of fem.

    • Gentleman Tim

      September 24, 2016 at 12:10 am

      Like you Learics, metricheinz. Lean and keen.

      So much for all those sylly, anapesky, stressed and unstressed rules you made us read!

      • shangheinz

        September 26, 2016 at 10:39 am

        Gentleman Timber, since you already hit one outta the blog in batting practice, I am gonna take it one base at a time:

        Errol Leslie Thomson Flynn from the isle of Hobart

        • shangheinz

          September 27, 2016 at 5:12 am

          Set sail & sight on the silver screen vying for a movie part

          • shangheinz

            September 28, 2016 at 8:57 am

            He put them damsels in distress

            • shangheinz

              September 29, 2016 at 3:15 am

              And crossed swords with “Dear Baz”

              • Gentleman Tim

                September 29, 2016 at 4:43 am

                And now you can see them for only $11.79 at Walmart?



                • shangheinz

                  September 29, 2016 at 12:09 pm

                  Errol`s flicks a flimflamerick?! Outrageous, Showtopper Tim!

                  • Gentleman Tim

                    September 30, 2016 at 5:28 am

                    My apologies, doctorheinz. I was hypnotized by that tick-tock, drip-droply-slow, base-by-base pace of your poetry. Poetry so slow it seemed like Cecil Fielder running an inside-the-blog home run.

                    Please do continue.

                    (I hope you weren’t intending to use ‘Walmart’ as your final word. If so, may I recommend ‘KMart’ or ‘go kart’.)

              • shangheinz

                September 30, 2016 at 7:38 am

                Just call me Slo’ Mo Vaughn, Speedlimit Tim.
                Finally here’s the last line of my limerrolick:

                ‘Tis razzmatasmanian daredevil fouckt with a lot of heart.

                • Gentleman Tim

                  September 30, 2016 at 9:39 am

                  I regret to razz ya’ mo’, rhyminheinz, but I was thinking mo’ like Monty Stratton, … carrying June Allyson around the bases on his back … backwards, perhaps.


                  Despite your not using KMart or go-kart, your last line is terrific, except for the fact that I have no idea what fouckt your talking about!

  3. shangheinz

    October 4, 2016 at 2:05 pm

    Here is a newcomer`s trial and errol. Personal friend and longtime employee of the Josefstadt Theatre- the house that Max Reinhardt built- Mr. Markus Maximus gives it a go. Bravo, old sport!

    From Tasmania there once came a dude,

    he was handsome and sporty, not prude.

    A swashbuckler, a pirate, a knight,

    he seized dames and gold with no fight.

    And yet had his devils inside, the pitiful dude.

    • Gentleman Tim

      October 6, 2016 at 7:58 am

      It was going so great, until the penultimate word, Marcus Maximus!

      BTW, Maximus. Big Thanks to Max Reinhardt! … Without whom we may not have had Olivia, without whom we may not have had Errol!!



      • shangheinz

        October 9, 2016 at 6:26 pm


        Well, indeed no need to feel sorry for Errol, cause he “lived twice”, as every Flynnion knows. Yet his untimely demise can be deemed pitiful. Substitute pitiful with beautiful if you prefer a happy rhyming. Yours of course is the 1st prize photo I had promised for bestest limerrolick. Enjoy Gentleman Tell!

        • Gentleman Tim

          October 10, 2016 at 10:58 am

          Thank you, firstprizeheinz! I’m a poet and I didn’t even realize it!

          What a great photo. Very much appreciated. Maybe someday we’ll see all 30-minutes or so in glorious Cinemascope. Time Will Tell.

          Errol will be forever connected with big shot best shots, Wilhelm of Telleron and Robin of Locksley at the top of the list, with Howard Hill hovering:


          P.S. Speaking of Williams, how distant a cousin are you to William Heinz, Errol’s manager and former interim owner of the Sirocco?

          • shangheinz

            March 23, 2017 at 9:12 pm

            Shangheinz from Europa never entered the Sirocco,
            but he took a cruise ship to the casbahs of Morocco,
            Following the footsteps of Flynn
            who never visited Erben in Wien
            that devious Doc who mixed a mean Knifey Moloko.

            • Gentleman Tim

              March 24, 2017 at 1:40 am

              فاخر, ممتاز, متفوق, متقن, بديع, rhyminheinz!

              So you crossed the Med sans Sirocco?
              Took a left at The Rock to Morocco?
              Rocked the casbahs like Flynn?
              With all that mischief and sin?
              … Or did you skip on the kif,
              and get back to the ship for some Cosmos?

              Here’s how it was during it’s hedonistic first-half-of-the-20th-Century high-society and Hollywood heydays:


              On the way to the Grand Socco, circa 1930s, as Flynn would have seen it:


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