Loopy Limericks

I fear that I’ve lost my lucky red cap
along with lots of other odd crap
I’ve looked everywhere
And I’ll now say a prayer
That a diamond just falls in my lap

A clumsy young lass called Irene

A clumsy young lass called Irene
Would stumble like you’ve never seen

A clumsy young lass called Irene
Would stumble like you’ve never seen.
Wherever she goes

A clumsy young lass called Irene
Would stumble like you’ve never seen.
Wherever she goes
She stubs her toes

A clumsy young lass called Irene
Would stumble like you’ve never seen.
Wherever she goes
She stubs her toes
And jerks like a pinball machine.

It’s time for a big, ugly sweater

It’s time for a big, ugly sweater
With a picture of reindeer - or better:

It’s time for a big, ugly sweater
With a picture of reindeer - or better:
With candy cane sleeves

It’s time for a big, ugly sweater
With a picture of reindeer - or better:
With candy cane sleeves
And green holly leaves

-“BB”-

It’s time for a big, ugly sweater
With a picture of reindeer - or better:
With candy cane sleeves
And green holly leaves
And Percy the Puny Poinsettia.

We’re getting a nippy storm front

We’re getting a nippy storm front
Croaked Gramps with an irritated grunt

We’re getting a nippy storm front
Croaked Gramps with an irritated grunt.
My knew is a’painin’

We’re getting a nippy storm front
Croaked Gramps with an irritated grunt.
My ⃥k⃥n⃥e⃥w⃥ knee is a’painin’ … (I assume ‘knew’ was a typo)
But I ain’t complain’

-“BB”-

We’re getting a nippy storm front
Croaked Gramps with an irritated grunt.
My knee is a’painin’ … (I assume ‘knew’ was a typo - it was. Thanks.)
But I ain’t complain’
'Cause this drought could use a good punt.

Our area never gets snow

Our area never gets snow
It’s just too warm, dontcha know?

Our area never gets snow
It’s just too warm, dontcha know?
When Christmas comes

Our area never gets snow
It’s just too warm, dontcha know?
When Christmas comes
We’re in the doldrums

Our area never gets snow
It’s just too warm, dontcha know?
When Christmas comes
We’re in the doldrums
'Til the palm trees with lights start to glow

A pirate who drank too much rum

A pirate who drank too much rum
Had a plummeting unearned income

A pirate who drank too much rum
Wedged his cutlass halfway up his bum

A pirate who drank too much rum
Wedged his cutlass halfway up his bum
If he danced a sea shanty

(I like that one better.)