Loopy Limericks

My Grandma made great oatmeal bars
And served them with Cuban cigars
But nobody smoked 'em
'Cause it was all hokum

My Grandma made great oatmeal bars
And served them with Cuban cigars
But nobody smoked 'em
'Cause it was all hokum
Her lies left emotional scars.

A tip if you’re flying to Chad:

A tip if you’re flying to Chad:
Never walk down the street dressed in plaid.

A tip if you’re flying to Chad:
Never walk down the street dressed in plaid.
Because fabric cross-barred

A tip if you’re flying to Chad:
Never walk down the street dressed in plaid.
Because fabric cross-barred
Makes it quite hard

A tip if you’re flying to Chad:
Never walk down the street dressed in plaid.
Because fabric cross-barred
Makes it quite hard
To hide the fact that you’re mad.

On a starry and moonlit night

On a starry and moonlit night
Going to Chad, I started my flight

On a starry and moonlit night
Going to Chad, I started my flight
Feeling so proud to wear

On a starry and moonlit night
Going to Chad, I started my flight
Feeling so proud to wear
My hat from Niger

On a starry and moonlit night
Going to Chad, I started my flight
Feeling so proud to wear
My hat from Niger
And my clogs from the Isle of Wight

So it turns out those aliens are real

So it turns out those aliens are real
I know 'cuz today I could feel

So it turns out those aliens are real
I know 'cuz today I could feel
A cold anal probe

So it turns out those aliens are real
I know 'cuz today I could feel
A cold anal probe
Up to my temporal lobe

So it turns out those aliens are real.
I know 'cuz today I could feel
A cold anal probe
Up to my temporal lobe.
I think it’s vanadium steel.

I hate having to start these rhymes

I hate having to start these rhymes
I’d like to end it one of these times

I hate having to start these rhymes
I’d like to end it one of these times
I can come up with a kicker

I hate having to start these rhymes
I’d like to end it one of these times
I can come up with a kicker
But then all the malt liquor

I hate having to start these rhymes
I’d like to end it one of these times
I can come up with a kicker
But then all the malt liquor
Leads me on to iambic crimes

If you’re hunting an elk or a moose

If you’re hunting an elk or a moose
Keep your belt buckle loose

If you’re hunting an elk or a moose
Keep your belt buckle loose
You may need to run