A rabbi walked into a bar
To see if Miss Beaty was thar
A rabbi walked into a bar
To see if Miss Beaty was thar
But Warren he spied
A rabbi walked into a bar
To see if Miss Beatty was thar
But Warren he spied
With Annette, his hot bride,
A rabbi walked into a bar
To see if Miss Beaty was thar
But Warren he spied
With Annette, his hot bride,
With banknotes tucked into her bra.
When Liberace played just for me
When Liberace played just for me
I really enjoyed his repartee
When Liberace played just for me
I really enjoyed his repartee
But the iv’ries he played
When Liberace played just for me
He wore a plain white T.
“How odd,” I thought,
“Normally what
He’d wear is so bright and blingy!”
Sorry. I had to finish it. Try it if you want or take my cue:
There once was a man from Kent (oh boy)
Please wait your turn.
When Liberace played just for me
I really enjoyed his repartee
But the iv’ries he played
Didn’t help me get laid
Tyger -
Sorry, but read the rules!
We’d all like to do that at times - to develop our own idea.
You weren’t ‘finishing’ it you were sabotaging it!
Complete the one in hand properly and then you get a chance to start a new one.
(Thanks Buddha - I’d written this before seeing your comment).
When Liberace played just for me
I really enjoyed his repartee
But the iv’ries he played
Didn’t help me get laid
But I felt his hand on my knee.
Kirk stood on the bridge of his ship
Kirk stood on the bridge of his ship
With Uhura close at his hip
***1. Each writer may contribute more than one line per limerick. But these cannot be consecutive.
2. The writer of the first line cannot write the last - unless the thread has gone into hibernation.
3. The writer of the last line earns the right to suggest the first line of the new limerick. (The only exception to this is, again, if the thread becomes dormant).
Final thing: When entering a line, try and construct it so that if you had to follow it yourself, you could. In other words, try and avoid painting us into a corner. ***
Kirk stood on the bridge of his ship
With Uhura close at his hip
“They demand our surrender”
Kirk stood on the bridge of his ship
With Uhura close at his hip
"They demand our surrender.
Shall we fight till the end, Or
Kirk stood on the bridge of his ship
With Uhura close at his hip
“They demand our surrender.
Shall we fight till the end, Or
Must I listen to more of your lip?”
A pedagogue said to his class
A pedagogue said to his class
I’m ‘agog’, but not pederast
A pedagogue said to his class
I’m ‘agog’, but not pederast
The boys that I teach
A pedagogue said to his class
I’m ‘agog’, but not pederast
The boys that I teach
All stammer in speech
A pedagogue said to his class
I’m ‘agog’, but not pederast
The boys that I teach
All stammer in speech
So nary a one’s gonna pass
There once was a man from The Dope
There once was a man from The Dope
Who said, "It’s so hard to hope