One day I found a genie’s magic lamp
And the genie was a bit of a tramp
When I asked for a huge gem
the result was pure mayhem
One day I found a genie’s magic lamp
And the genie was a bit of a tramp
When I asked for a huge gem
the result was pure mayhem
But he did give by back-hand a stamp!
LIMERICKS
For limericks, lines one, two and five,
Eight syllables. Nine, with some drive!
For the lines three and four,
Five or six beats, no more
Or we’ll think that your brain’s not alive!
Mosquitos are driving me mad
Forget it Horatio, it’s Limericktown.
Mosquitos are driving me mad
One is particularly bad
Mosquitos are driving me mad
One is particularly bad
It’s noisy and bloated
[Apropros thread for me, I just tried to do a nature walk this morning, and got absolutely swarmed by the essobees]
Mosquitos are driving me mad
One is particularly bad
It’s noisy and bloated
Towards my nose it floated
Are you sure you don’t mean the Anopheles?
Mosquitos are driving me mad
One is particularly bad
It’s noisy and bloated
Towards my nose it floated
To use it as its landing pad.ou
A limerick’s a low form of poetry
(… and yes, with eleven syllables in the opening line I’m blatantly flouting @Horatio_Hellpop’s dictum… )
-“BB”-
A limerick’s a low form of poetry.
But as I sit now below a tree
A limerick’s a low form of poetry.
But as I sit now below a tree
I can’t find a rhyme
A limerick’s a low form of poetry.
But as I sit now below a tree
I can’t find a rhyme
Would I be committing a crime
She asked, “Have you ever inhaled?”
So stupid she oughtta be jailed.
I started to seethe.
“How else would I breathe?”
So i left her there, flailed and impaled.
Huh?! Hey @lissener, we’re at post 6859…
A limerick’s a low form of poetry.
But as I sit now below a tree
I can’t find a rhyme
Would I be committing a crime
If I mangled the standards with glee?
My mother is quite the athlete
My mother is quite the athlete
Born and raised on the back street
My mother is quite the athlete
Born and raised on the back street
She learned how to run
My mother is quite the athlete
Born and raised on the back street
She learned how to run
At the crack of a gun
My mother is quite the athlete
Born and raised on the back street
She learned how to run
At the crack of a gun
And that’s why there’s wings on her feet
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Nora is famous for one reason
Nora is famous for one reason
Growing artichokes out of season
Nora is famous for one reason
Growing artichokes out of season
She doesn’t use water
Nora is famous for one reason
Growing artichokes out of season
She doesn’t use water
It’s something far hotter
Nora is famous for one reason
Growing artichokes out of season
She doesn’t use water
It’s something far hotter
Wasabi gel makes ‘em more pleasin’!
I bought a new Swiss Army knife