Loopy Limericks

I don’t grasp some traditions Jewish
Or why Paduan women are shrewish
Still, I find some joy
With an Alderan goy
and books you’d call “Winnie the Pooh-ish”

I keep my loose change in a bra cup

I keep my loose change in a bra cup
And in the other I keep my pup

I keep my loose change in a bra cup
And in the other I keep my pup
When I jog there’s a ‘clang!’

I keep my loose change in a bra cup
And in the other I keep my pup
When I jog there’s a ‘clang!’
And he barks (my dog “Fang”)

I keep my loose change in a bra cup
And in the other I keep my pup
When I jog there’s a ‘clang!’
And he barks (my dog “Fang”)
Am I happy? To this, I say, “Yup!”

One night I was feeling frisky

One night I was feeling frisky
So I downed my Viagra with whisky

One night I was feeling frisky
So I downed my Viagra with whisky
I called an old flame

One night I was feeling frisky
So I downed my Viagra with whisky
I called an old flame
But misremember her name

One night I was feeling frisky
So I downed my Viagra with whisky
I called an old flame
But misremember her name
and getting it wrong seemed too risky

I have friends in high places, it’s true

I have friends in high places, it’s true
Such as the howler monkeys at the zoo

I have friends in high places, it’s true
Such as the howler monkeys at the zoo
And treefrogs aplenty

I have friends in high places, it’s true
Such as the howler monkeys at the zoo
And treefrogs aplenty
Bald eagles? ‘Bout twenty

I have friends in high places, it’s true
Such as the howler monkeys at the zoo
And treefrogs aplenty
Bald eagles? ‘Bout twenty
But I fear I have caught the bird flu

The November election is looming

The November election is looming
And has a certain president fuming

The November election is looming
And has a certain president fuming
His fumes are quite vile

The November election is looming
And has a certain president fuming
His fumes are quite vile
Erasing Mel’s smile

The November election is looming
And has a certain president fuming
His fumes are quite vile
Erasing Mel’s smile
Soiled his diaper again, I’m assuming.

A rhino, three pigs, and a tortoise

A rhino, three pigs, and a tortoise
Found The President in rigor mortis

A rhino, three pigs, and a tortoise
Found The President in rigor mortis
They danced a little jig

A rhino, three pigs, and a tortoise
Found The President in rigor mortis
They danced a little jig
Which led to a new gig