Loopy Limericks

The emu: a peculiar bird.
It is a ratite, I have heard

The emu: a peculiar bird.
It is a ratite, I have heard.
'Cause of that it can’t fly,

-“BB”-

The emu: a peculiar bird.
It is a ratite, I have heard.
'Cause of that it can’t fly,
which makes me wonder why

The emu: a peculiar bird.
It is a ratite, I have heard.
'Cause of that it can’t fly,
which makes me wonder why
There exists a bird so absurd.


A cowboy whose name I don’t know

A cowboy whose name I don’t know
Put his herd out to graze in the snow

A cowboy whose name I don’t know
Put his herd out to graze in the snow.
But he was so random

A cowboy whose name I don’t know
Put his herd out to graze in the snow.
But he was so random
In ways hard to fathom

A cowboy whose name I don’t know
Put his herd out to graze in the snow.
But he was so random
In ways hard to fathom
Thought chilly con carne would grow

The batter stepped up to the plate

The batter stepped up to the plate
Nervously pondering his fate

The batter stepped up to the plate
Nervously pondering his fate
Would he hit a home run?

The batter stepped up to the plate
Nervously pondering his fate
Would he hit a home run?
Or would he come undone

The batter stepped up to the plate
Nervously pondering his fate
Would he hit a home run?
Or would he come undone
And strike out after swinging too late?

While rehearsing the love-making scene

-“BB”-

While rehearsing the love-making scene
I wondered if my partner was clean

While rehearsing the love-making scene
I wondered if my partner was clean
Then pus oozed from my holes

While rehearsing the love-making scene
I wondered if my partner was clean
Then pus oozed from my holes
From my head down to my soles

While rehearsing the love-making scene
I wondered if my partner was clean
Then pus oozed from my holes
From my head down to my soles
And my limbs turned a mottled dark green.

On Crime Pays But Botany Doesn’t

On Crime Pays But Botany Doesn’t
I thought this was plants but it wasn’t

On Crime Pays But Botany Doesn’t
I thought this was plants but it wasn’t
But what do you know

On Crime Pays But Botany Doesn’t
I thought this was plants but it wasn’t
But what do you know
When plants grow

On Crime Pays But Botany Doesn’t
I thought this was plants but it wasn’t
But what do you know
When plants grow
They seed the schemes of dirty docents

The neighbors are raising a ruckus