Loopy Limericks

The Japanese make such fine cars
But their poetry’s mostly arse.
From renga to haiku
That’s only my cue

The Japanese make such fine cars
But their poetry’s mostly arse.
From renga to haiku
That’s only my cue
To write doggerel until I see stars.

My flatulent dog does agree,

My flatulent dog does agree,
(this stays strictly between you and me)

My flatulent dog does agree,
(this stays strictly between you and me)
That when he lets one blow

My flatulent dog does agree,
(this stays strictly between you and me)
That when he lets one blow
I can only forego

My flatulent dog does agree,
(this stays strictly between you and me)
That when he lets one blow
I can only forego
with a half hearted apology.

I was playing piano one night

I was playing piano one night
when I got an awful fright

I was playing piano one night
when I got an awful fright.
All my fingers got stiff

I was playing piano one night
when I got an awful fright.
All my fingers got stiff
And then I got a whiff

I was playing piano one night
when I got an awful fright.
All my fingers got stiff
And then I got a whiff
Of my flatulent dog and took flight

I ordered a Whopper for lunch

I ordered a Whopper for lunch
But took a bite and then felt a crunch

I ordered a Whopper for lunch
But took a bite and then felt a crunch
A cockroach, still twitching

I ordered a Whopper for lunch
But took a bite and then felt a crunch
A cockroach, still twitching
Caused my innards to start pitching

I ordered a Whopper for lunch
But took a bite and then felt a crunch
A cockroach, still twitching
Caused my innards to start pitching
Now I’m hitting the King with a punch!

Ronald McDonald is so scary.

Ronald McDonald is so scary.
He makes me most wary.

Ronald McDonald is so scary.
He makes me most wary.
But when I think of those nuggets

Ronald McDonald is so scary.
He makes me most wary.
But when I think of those nuggets
Or the Colonel’s chicken buckets

Ronald McDonald is so scary.
He makes me most wary.
But when I think of those nuggets
Or the Colonel’s chicken buckets
I’d rather decline and eat nary.

The ides of September are past,

The ides of September are past,
and Canadian Thanksgiving comes up fast,

The ides of September are past,
and Canadian Thanksgiving comes up fast,
So when Halloween’s here