The Vikings are seven and zero;
Gary Anderson is my new hero.
And with firmly planted Moss
to receive an endzone toss,
they won so let’s hear a big cheer-o!*
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[*Sorry, not a lot of rhymes for zero.]
Southern’s eloquent posting Style
touches me or makes me smile.
May this limerick thread
keep on moving ahead
and I hope Styler stays for the while.
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x x x [blows kisses]
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The Vikings are top of the heap,
St. Louis they passed in a leap,
Perfection is keen,
here’s advice for Green,
Just keep sending Randy Moss deep.
Southern, that seasonal piece has me seeing Norman Rockwell…
There once was a football fan, sili
Whose cheered for a team less than thrilly
They two and six
And ad to the mix
They got beat by their former coach, really
Sorry 'bout that last one, it should read:
There once was a football fan, sili
Who cheered for a team less than thrilly
They went two and six
And to add to the mix
They got beat by their former coach, really
There once was a fan we’ll call Sili,
Who’s team’s adornments were “frilly”,
He was a true fan,
and endured like a man,
He was no ordinary “Hill Billy”!
It’s nearly one day in the past,
Since the last contributions amassed,
I plainly can see,
that it’s now up to me,
This poster’s redundantly last. (Get with it Dopers!)
So let’s see what I have in mind,
To stray from the same old rhyme grind,
I’ll post of the seasons,
and publish my reasons,
oh wait, I’m a little behind. (Been there, Done that!)
The seasons are out as a topic,
And I’m not inspired toward gothic,
To make the most sense,
and not add pretense,
Let’s pose a question of logic.
They entered the ark two by two,
I wonder if birds walked or flew?
It could make a difference,
with landing a hinderence,
As rabbits compound and accrue.
Some came by claw, feathers or hoof
and the birds may have clung to the roof.
During that raging storm
lion and lamb kept each other warm
[but from polecats they all stayed aloof].
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[Noah’s spiders]
As the animals rushed for the boat,
did the odds grow ever remote
that when filled to the gills
with fur, feathers and quills -
the ark would continue to float?
I was trying to think of another along the same lines, but it’s time to go home…
When Noah was on the ark
The storm raging round was dark.
He tried to send out an elephant,
But the hephalump said you can’t,
On this boat of yours, my ass I’ll park!
Mark says I need to explain that one…
I have a brilliant cartoon somewhere of Noah & his three sons desperately trying to push this elephant overboard, and one of the sons is saying “Dad, why don’t we send a dove instead?”
(too much prose really slows down the thread!!!)
As Noah stood on the foredeck,
And with each pair marked a new check,
When passed the giraffe,
he said with a laugh,
“My gosh what a pain in the neck!”
While two by two by him they pace,
Noah for each pair must find a place.
“We’ll flutterby,” said the moths.
“We’ll hang out,” said the sloths.
Mooed the oxen “We’ll stand in our trace.”
“We’ll perch on the roof,” cooed the pigeons.
“Same for us,” clucked the rooster and hen.
And the spiders from threads
dangled from overhead
of the pigs and the sheep in their pen.
The critters came aboard, big and small,
with a slither, a trot and a crawl.
They crowded into place
under Noah’s watchful gaze
as torrential, the rains, they did fall.
And who can forget the big rain?
It started by flooding the plain,
I’m not that naive,
so I don’t believe,
That the worst was mainly in Spain!
As the ark was bouncin’ and bobbin’,
Glad voice encouraged those sobbin’,
“Don’t be so sad,
it’s not all that bad”,
Was sung by a bat, a man, and a robin. :: Slaps self ::
I have to admit (to my shame)
that I didn’t watch the Vikings’ game.
But on Sunday Purple Pride
took quite a landslide
and now no teams have perfect record fame.
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It drizzled and rained and it poured.
All the ark dwellers could have been bored,
but Brer Rabbit told stories
of animal glories
to that furry, slimy, feathery hoard.
Well the ark, it was thrown, bounced, and tossed.
But Noah knew all was not lost.
A new world would arise
when the sun lit the skies
but the old one was lost at great cost.
As Sunday I was forced to work,
To the net I’d occasionally lurk,
Who would’a thunk,
that the Vikes would’a stunk,
up the field, while I went berserk?
Hey Spider I’m glad you’ve arrived,
And lent your limericks contrived,
We all took a break,
like the Vikes, (big mistake!)
This thread perhaps has survived!
When the Arc was about to set sail
From the Galley came a big whale
It seems that the chef
(Who was quite dumb and deaf)
Was about to start cooking the snails!
It seems he was hired in a hurry
About references no one did worry
Now they all tried explaining
But then it started raining
To that cook things were all sorta blurry
So he went for the chickens and goats
And the sheep all ran for the life boats
From that crazy old chef
There was havoc right and left
And even the pigs learned to float
As the buffalo ran for the aft
The two roosters they fought for the raft
And the turkeys and ducks
Turned to pure fisticuffs
This would bring on corruption and graft
When they finally settled him down
And and explained (what they should have in town)
He learned to cook roots
And practice Kashrut
So the animals might reach solid ground
The waters receded and then
the sun came out smiling again.
Soon they would stand
upon dry and green land,
all the animals, women and men.
All of them then would disperse
to the far corners of the earth.
To the meadows and mountains,
plains, tundra and fountains
each to its niche, cranny, or berth.