As a tribute to TN*Hippie
This limerick of mine shall be
At the very head
Of a wonderful thread
That now has moved to page 3
The nerve!
What zero hr has done
Shows creativity none
No limerick there,
Nor does he(?) care
It just increased his post count by one.
Good morning to all of my friends
and as out of my web I descend
I merrily greet you
(and to some, soon I’ll meet you!
Hope all of my legs won’t offend).
A Minnesota Dope Fest is imminent
sandyr and we others are planning it.
If it’s not too far
others we won’t bar
since there’s no clique here we’re indiscriminate.
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There is nothing worse
Than this dogged verse
Because I am poet
And I din’t even know it
Heavens, what a curse.
There was a champion from Madras
Whose balls were made of brass
He had many a fan
Cause evertime he ran
Sparks flew outta his arse.
A Dope Fest which Spider attends
And Sili his best regards sends
It’d be great to meet you
And properly greet you
But of the US we’re at opposite ends
There once was a miserly guy
His stingyness known far and wide
Too cheep was ol’ Bubba
To pay for a rubber
And now it’s the diapers he buys
Sorry that trade is so far;
it would be several days by car.
but if he ever sets forth
to the frigid North
hope he remembers who his (cyber) friends are.
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Of these tidings I am the bearer:
on weekends the limericks are rarer.
The rhyming’s not rife;
most dopers have a life,
the un-cyber world’s draw is fairer.
So now I’ll attempt a donation
to add to this thread’s pagination
till the others return
from their weekend sojurn
to this regularly scheduled station.
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In honor of TN*Hippie
A really neat guy from Straight Dope,
Sent to jail, to sit and to mope,
Will have time to think,
And get over the drink,
Then his life will be better, we hope.
Thinkin’ about you, guy.
On a lazy Sunday afternoon
In the beautiful land of the loon
time to read and relax
enjoy life to the max
because Monday comes all too soon.
Thanks to TroubleAgain’s contribution
to help keep this thread’s resolution
of entertaining the hippie
with limericks quippy
while he’s feeling the county’s retribution.
There once was an NFL team
Who’s home games would rarely get seen
But the day finally came
And they showed the home game
But the playing wans’t too keen
(I mean the Raiders, of course)
You could alter your NFL likings
and adopt as your new team the Vikings.
Great new quarterbacking
and receivers not lacking
result in Purple endzone spikings.
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I return not a moment too soon,
From my self imposed weekend cocoon,
My advice precise,
to Spider adds spice,
Please “Don’t go to bed a-loon”.
For Spider Woman, most charming of arachnids:
True, the Vikes have a new quarterback
And he greatly improves their attack
But my loyalty’s unswaying
So I take pride in saying
They’re still going to lose to my Pack.
:D:D:D
A Cheese head checks in for a rhyme!
“Grand!” I say “It’s about time!”
Football topic’s a hot one
and I’m sure it’s not done
31 teams make the pickings quite prime.
So all of you sports fans out there
Defend teams in a verse if you dare!
Purple, Packers, Oiler fans;
all of you loyally can
praise your teams here if you care!
Well Spider’s point is easy to see
But what kind of a fan would I be
If I simply keep switchin’
To the team that’s most bitchin’?
Nope, it’s Niners and Raiders for me!
(Yeah, it’ll be a long season)
There once was a Football Empire
Who’s owner was forced to retire
Now the coach can’t do squat
With the lot that he’s got
Maybe Siefert they’ll opt to rehire!
(I mean the Niners, of course)
The Vikings are not a sure bet,
Though I support their colors, and yet,
It is fair to say,
that I long for the day,
When the Vikings were home at the Met.
The Purple guys instilled such fear,
Like headlights shined at a deer,
The QBs they’d sack,
putting each on his back,
Their exploits were truly premiere!
Fran Tarkenton and Allan Page
came from a past golden age.
Bud Grant and Benchwarmer
also are former
now Carter and Moss are the rage.
The golden age of the Vikes,
Was not for the eyes of our tykes,
No endzone charade,
or high five parade,
The highlight was quarterback spikes.
I’ve had no new verses to share.
I got hurt (tripping over a chair!).
Medication for pain
had addled my brain,
now I’m feeling much better, I swear.