I cannot ignore the fair Belle,
For I would be condemned to hell,
An ettiquette slip,
(I’m really a drip),
Forgiveness would really be swell.
(Sorry Belle – been a rough couple of days.)
Hi…me again.
There once was a middle-aged Dane
With nothing but sex on her brain.
Her greatest ambition
to try each new position,
and find more body parts she can sprain!
Eight more rhymes since last I checked in
This thread moves at a dizzying spin
But home I must go
(It saddens me so)
But come morning I’ll post once again.
Some limericks, they say, are tres belle
and stylish and smoky as well.
All these witty rhymes
aid the passing of time
and my feelings of ennui do quell.
-----
—////\\
[“because” and “guffaws” are cool rhymes, Styler!]
While Tabithina her poor spouse must mother
she might truly prefer him to smother.
Here she finds some relief
from her husbandly beef
with a limerick, and maybe another?
[talk about reaching for my rhymes!]
-----:eek:
—////\\
Though the Niners have won in Football
There was one who was acting quite small
In the future just please
Refrain from your tease
Mr. Owens, hang on to that ball!
Mr. Ownes is truly no mensch
Such taunts made the Cowboys’ teeth clench.
Teague attacked, disrespected,
And was promptly ejected.
And now Owens will sit on the bench.
I’ve learned that Tabithina is Dane,
And offer her a glass of Champagne,
Her part spraining motion,
surely gets my devotion,
She sounds like she’s pure High Octane!
(Howdy fellow Dane – not too many of us out here!)
Two posters turn out to be Dane
That’s great, we will never complain
About such great folk
Who can tell quite a joke
Nicetameecha, I’m from Ukraine
There once was a finicky cat
Who caught for his lunch a small bat
So fussy was he
That he sent the thing free
'Cause his appetite called for a rat
I don’t want to cause a fuss
But there’s something that we must discuss:
we need a new theme
to discuss in this stream
of limerick-type-consciousness.
Perhaps with renewed concentration
we can ponder upcoming vacations.
Is Hawaii the best?
Or maybe Budapest
would be the best spot for elation?
Whaddya say, guys?
Two posters, one trade and one vix
Kindly stopped by my thread just for kicks.
trade asked for more rhymes,
But being quite pressed for time,
This is all I could think of that quix.
(Hey, talk about reaching…)
I posted my intended major,
and that I’m not a pro cager,
then vix popped her li’l head
in with this cutesy thread.
That this limerick sucks I will wager:)
Right now I am using mapquest
to find out miles between the rest . . .
for some high schools I know
who in a month will go
to my school, their knowledge to test.
Hi punha! So glad you could make it
For this thread, we do not want to break it.
Your rhymes are quite fine.
I’ll not wager that mine
Are worth reading, but these nice folks fake it.
Poor Spidey’s house is such a mess.
She’d be wise to be posting much less.
So perhaps with resolve
this problem she’ll solve
so of mess there’ll be less to confess.
-----:eek:
—////\\
imapunha, you have to admit,
that this thread is really a hit.
It’s a fun place to play,
really breaks up the day,
and some of these rhymers have wit.
(But not me, apparently. Boy was that bad.)
vix proposed for a theme our vacations
But right now I can’t do recreation.
Three small children have I
So I simply won’t fly
It would not make for much relaxation.
I suppose that we could go by car
To a magical setting afar.
But three kids in the back
Would give me an attack
As they constantly grapple and spar.
Perhaps then my wife and I might
Leave the kids home and take a quick flight.
But sitters cost money
I’m tellin’ you honey,
And our budget right now is quite tight.
So home it looks like we’ll be staying
And with our small kiddies be playing.
But somehow, someday
We will send them away.
We might miss them, but then who is saying?
I think this is more of a case
of some posters posting in haste
for some of these po’ms
are more apt to find homes
in wastebaskets of those who lambaste.
Moreover, sez I, we are all
pract’cing for dopefests next fall.
For the man who can rhyme
with quick wit and in time
will be sure to win ladies - them all.
There was once a time back at home
when my whole fam’ly emailed in po’m
form - it really was dumb
as they all were all-thumb.
And by that I don’t mean the tome.
And now shall I end this li’l ditty
For I know I’m nor quick nor’m I witty
but I suffer from cases
of boredom and spaces
of time where my brain is quite shitty.
(I can be just as bad at you, vix, if not worse!)
BOS, perhaps you might consider
a day trip or two - might deliver
peace of mind which you seek
and your kids for to peak
out their energies - saving your liver.
(and with that last pathetic effort my brain is spent. I told you I wasn’t a poet:))
When I left work last night it was thriving,
but now this thread needs a reviving.
I think it’s worth saving
'cause I have a craving
to hear yet more rhyming and jiving.
I wonder if I may, too, post?
To state that this thread is the most.
Such quick-witted folks,
Who set rhyme to their jokes.
But my chance? I’ve not even a ghost.
(ugh)