It’s fate though previously bleak,
Has been given a little tweak;
With a click and a thump,
to the front it did jump,
This thread is the best of the week.
The problem with that SouthernStyle;
A scheme such as your’s needs more guile.
You went through the trouble,
To post your poem double,
But between was such a short while.
The post allegedly by me,
repeats just as does history;
There’s really no trouble,
You’re not seeing double,
The timing is relative, you see?
Don’t mean to kick up any fusses,
Nor cause you to say any cusses,
But the relative time,
Didn’t seem so sublime,
When you were cut off by slow city buses.
The “bus” thread sure didn’t work,
What with SATAN acting the jerk;
Every time I would post,
He would offer the most,
telling proof of why he should lurk.
Can anyone help me with a limerick that starts with the line
“there once was a man from Nantucket”
its kind of a joke with a friend of mine, and unfortunately, i have no creative ability whatsoever.
This is a spur of the moment adaptation of a oneliner joke that I learned twenty years ago.*
The oversexed dentist named Frost,
told the pretty assistant he bossed.
“That’s quite the nice set,
in fact the nicest yet.”
“Set of teeth that I’ve come across.”
- As the dentist told his pretty assistant;
“Nicest set of teeth I’ve ever come across.” :o
(Kill me now, I’ve just used my first smiley!!! I’ll have to start a support thread just to deal with this!!! Thank goodness that it was for a perverted purpose!!!)
There once was a man from Nantucket
Whose dick was so long he could suck it.
He said with a grin
As he wiped off his chin,
“If my ear was a pussy, I’d fuck it.”
Now what do I get for helping you, hypergirl? 
Sorry the bus thread was mangled,
As you and that Satan guy wrangled.
Though he tries to act hip,
On his shoulder’s a chip,
And there’s others with whom he has tangled.
I know that Satan’s a pest,
Seems he fell too far from the nest;
It’s attention he sought,
But it’s trouble he bought,
When control of the thread he did wrest.
Here’s a topical one:
The limerick’s an artform complex
Whose contents run chiefly to sex
It’s famous for vrigins
And masculine urgin’s
And vulgar erotic effects
And one of my own:
A delicate young lady, Loretta
Swooned when she saw a French Letter
'Twas not due to it’s size
Though thay widened her eyes,
"Twas it’s contents that really upset her
We must shift our focus a bit,
For though Satan can sure be a twit,
We must keep it uplifted,
Or this thread will be shifted,
Sent off to the BBQ Pit.
The Pit just will not suffice,
For a thread with no sex or vice;
But the admin’s the boss,
So to prevent its loss,
The posters will have to play nice.
I don’t think we should worry one bit
'bout this thread being bound for the Pit
If we promise we won’t
Bring up felching a goat
Then the mod’rators won’t give a shit.
These Mods can be hard to predict,
What passes and what they’ll restrict?
I once had a thread -
“GQ” said my head.
But to IMHO it was kicked.
I knew it was too good to last,
The thread’s heading downhill and fast;
When felching a goat,
wearing boots and a coat,
is the hijack, I’d call it half-assed.
I’m so angry I’m filling with bile
Just where, Sir, do you get the guile
To say that those goats
Were in boots and in coats?
Not up north, that’s a southern style.
We just had made up to do right,
Now you guys got right into a fight.
Guess folks are averse,
To a limerick verse,
With a punchline without any bite.
It’s just us that are keeping this flowing.
(Early on, others made a nice showing).
To me it’s occurred,
That it’s long since we’ve heard,
From the hippie who got the thing going.
I thought that I’d give you a smile,
But your eyes are now yellow with bile;
It seemed that a goat,
wearing boots and a coat,
would coin the sex term “Satan Style”.
Hippies are things of the past,
They lived hard and also lived fast;
Their humorous wit,
they’d share bit bt bit,
To their end, the die has been cast.