For our dear Tennessee friend.
All the best that we may send.
Cannot compare,
to fun that we share.
When he is on the other end.
Please visit this thread.
Off in a pea pickin’ jail,
our Tennessee hippie grows stale.
While we, short of wit,
give ourselves a fit.
Trying hard not to give out a wail.
To the Hippie who’s languishing in jail
I should be sending him limericks by mail.
'Twould be easy to print
limerick pages for his stint
If I remember to get off my tail.
This limerick thread is number four
lets hope we’ll keep making up more.
But the strain on my brain
is beginning to drain
Simultaneous threads may sink to the floor.
One more day goes right on past.
While we hold out to the last.
Hoping our hippie
will finally find the,
goodies that we sent so fast.
Once a TNHippie had a drink
And said, “just one more” I think.
But he drank so fast
He found it was the last
And said I hope I don’t wind up in stink!
marks out of ten for a first effort? (Be kind!)
Hey there, Hippie, how goes the brig?
Your room probably isn’t too big.
Hope it will hold all the wishes
and limericks delicious
from the dopers while you’re doing your gig.
While playing the Big House Blues
and eschewing cars, women and booze
Hope time flies for you quickly
(not prickly or sickly)
and you’ll gain some temperance clues.
TN*Hippie the weekend’s been long
but if you think we forgot you you’re wrong.
We’ll keep writing these rhymes
while you’re doing your time
until you’re back here where you belong.
These threads give TN something to boast
We all take turns making a toast
The Hippie’s in the pokey
These limericks are hokey
And Spidey just hit her 1000th post
(congratulations Spider Woman! As of this post, the one above it was 1000)
Wolves and spiders, oh my!
Such company begs a reply.
‘Cause Zenster is hopin’
that there’s more Straight Dopin’
Limerickers soon droppin’ by.
The hardships to be found in a prison
Are far too numerous for me to now list 'em.
Tis my sincere hope
that you don’t drop the soap
and thus learn the meaning of “penal system”.
Umm, on second thought could Eutychus or UncleBeer please scratch that last post of mine…
Pays to follow the suggested links, folks.
It’s been almost a month since he’s gone
to the hoosegow to become a con.
He should be back quite soon
singin’ a different tune
“How Dry I Am” not “Pour me Another One.”
[Thanks Dire Wolf!]