On a fine sunny day in the park
I met a Russian oligarch
He asked if I’d watch his yacht
Said I, “fill it with gas.” Said he, “not.”
On a fine sunny day in the park
I met a Russian oligarch
He asked if I’d watch his yacht
Said I, “fill it with gas.” Said he, “not.”
But it still went up with a spark
Stuffing stockings can be quite the trick
Stuffing stockings can be quite the trick.
You can’t fit even one hockey stick
Stuffing stockings can be quite the trick.
You can’t fit even one hockey stick
Or a fresh-roasted goose
<< Just an observation, but shouldn’t the rhythmic restrictions be just as important as the rhyme restrictions in limerick writing? Think Hickory Dickory Dock; lines 1, 2 iambic or anapestic trimeter, lines 3, 4 iambic or anapestic dimeter, line 5, iambic or anapestic trimeter. Just saying. Happy Christmas. 
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Stuffing stockings can be quite the trick.
You can’t fit even one hockey stick
Or a fresh-roasted goose
Or a train’s caboose
Stuffing stockings can be quite the trick.
You can’t fit even one hockey stick
Or a fresh-roasted goose
Or a train’s caboose
In the stocking of your favorite chick.
Well, Santa Claus skipped me again
-“BB”-
Well, Santa Claus skipped me again
Probably due to back when
Well, Santa Claus skipped me again
Probably due to back when
I was way too naughty
Well, Santa Claus skipped me again
Probably due to back when
I was way too naughty
And acted quite haughty
Well, Santa Claus skipped me again
Probably due to back when
I was way too naughty
And acted quite haughty
And toyed with the hearts of men
And now that Christmas has passed
And now that Christmas has passed
How can the goodwill last?
And now that Christmas has passed
How can the goodwill last?
The liquor’s all gone
And now that Christmas has passed
How can the goodwill last?
The liquor’s all gone
As well as my spawn
And now that Christmas has passed
How can the goodwill last?
The liquor’s all gone
As well as my spawn
I guess I must just be steadfast.
The oven refuses to light
The oven refuses to light
And the dog refuses to bite
The oven refuses to light
And the dog refuses to bite.
The car’s buried in snow,
-“BB”-
The oven refuses to light
And the dog refuses to bite.
The car’s buried in snow,
My porch light won’t glow
The oven refuses to light
And the dog refuses to bite.
The car’s buried in snow,
My porch light won’t glow
But apart from all that - I’m alright!
A venerable scholar from Yale
A venerable scholar from Yale,
Whose writings were beyond the pale