I find it amazing, it’s true
That no one has become unglued
Over SouthernStyle’s gaff
Yes, we all let it pass
WTF has this message board come to?
My flub is now in the book,
the record for all to look;
But I’m not alone,
yes, the Prince must atone,
for a “gaff” is really a hook.
limericks are fun, but what of the jokes? The thread is now completely unbalanced!
So here goes:
What’s the first thing Computer Professionals suffer as they age?
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Memory Loss
OK,OK. enough with the rotten tomatoes.
The limericks and jokes are sure rotten
They may all soon be forgotten
Unless we act quick
And make this a pick
For the next version of “Threadspottin’”
“More Jokes” the cry went out,
“unblanced” the Trader did pout;
While just having fun,
we’ve neglected the pun,
“Duelling jibes” shall be the next bout.
If Tradesilicon were to streak through the SDMB naked would it be a “Trade Show”?
Never mind. I’ll go back to limericking (a close relative of scum raking.)
SouthernStyle
So what to you become when your puns grow old?
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Out of Style
If it’s limericks, then so it shall be
Jokes, puns, poems, all fine by me
Take your shot and don’t miss
For the audience would hiss
If we fail to amuse, don’t you see
Touche, Tradesilicon, touche,
My Style may have been somewhat brash,
and my talk may contain too much trash,
I neglected to see,
that my inury,
means my address is Southern @ slash;
Q: What do you get when you cross SouthernStyle and power tools?
A: Same as when you cross Tim Taylor and power tools – Sunday afternoon in the ER.
Guess you had to be there…
The Trademan has offerred a quill,
The audience we must now thrill,
We must amuse,
or be saddled with boos,
'Til the viewers have sampled their fill.
SouthernStyle
Alas, the pen is dry
The words no longer flow (as if they did before…)
And Sili must decline
To limerick any more (good, they couldn’t take no more)
To put my verse in ink (or electrons, as it were)
Was all I tried to do.
I hope it didn’t stink (I’b holbing by dose)
And now let’s hear from you.
There was this little village in the middle of the jungle.
The folks were poor, but the king had a huge jewel-studded throne made of solid gold. A gang managed to steal it one night and the leader had it stashed in the rafters of his hut. Alas, it was heavy and fell through…right upon the sleeping man, killing him.
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the Moral?
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People in grass houses shouldn’t stow thrones.
A hippie submitted a pun,
in the spirit of having some fun;
It wasn’t unique,
No interest to pique,
The thread’s unofficially done.
Alas, the contest is dead,
“No limerick”, the judges all said;
“Has survived the test,
been rated the best”,
The score sheets were covered in red.
sigh…
SouthernStyle