You're most welcome.
AP
You're most welcome.
AP
Faith is believing what you know ain't so - Mark Twain
The preachers deal with men of straw, as they are men of straw themselves - Henry David Thoreau
The way to see faith is to shut the eye of reason - Benjamin Franklin
The teaching of the church, theoretically astute, is a lie in practice and a compound of vulgar superstitions and sorcery - Leo Tolstoy
Why not join all the rest in the bucket?
If a problem confronts you, just duck it.
Follow your leader,
parasitic feeder;
If the world gets blown up, I say ....
If you had to live with this you'd rather lie than fall.
You think I can't fly? Well, you just watch me!
~The Dresden Dolls
Alex Pope penned a good ditty or two
Like “I am his Highness’ dog at Kew;”
Which he etched on a tag
Beneath which the Great Wag
Wrote this: “Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?”
Last edited by atiguhya padma; 06-24-2004 at 10:42 AM.
Faith is believing what you know ain't so - Mark Twain
The preachers deal with men of straw, as they are men of straw themselves - Henry David Thoreau
The way to see faith is to shut the eye of reason - Benjamin Franklin
The teaching of the church, theoretically astute, is a lie in practice and a compound of vulgar superstitions and sorcery - Leo Tolstoy
ooohhhh AP, i love that. i have yet to write a decent limerick, but i truly love yours. neat.
EDIT: not to offend anyone by their exclusion, please.
Then we sat on the edge of the earth, with our feet dangling over the side, and marvelled that we had found each other.
Thanks VBM!!
Last edited by atiguhya padma; 06-24-2004 at 11:01 AM.
Faith is believing what you know ain't so - Mark Twain
The preachers deal with men of straw, as they are men of straw themselves - Henry David Thoreau
The way to see faith is to shut the eye of reason - Benjamin Franklin
The teaching of the church, theoretically astute, is a lie in practice and a compound of vulgar superstitions and sorcery - Leo Tolstoy
Why haven't I found this thread before? I know a million of these. Em, I think my Irish Grandpappy had the same lymerick book that your Irish Grandpappy had.
OK, OK, OK, so most of the lymericks that I know will get me tossed out of this site; but here's one of my favorites, and I think it might make it past the vulgarity police:
there once was a caveman named Ug
who stuck his plug in a jug
He said with a shrug
as he gave it a tug
now ain't that a helluva fug
Uhhhh...
LMAO Are you sure about that?
Now is that a recitation, or is it your own masterpiece?
If you had to live with this you'd rather lie than fall.
You think I can't fly? Well, you just watch me!
~The Dresden Dolls
Not original, got it out of Granpappy’s book.
Here’s an original:
There was a web surfer named Emily
Who could turn out a pretty good simile
She went off to college
To get some more knowledge
And commit some more stuff to her memory
Ouch! What a groaner.
One more:
There once was a lass named Em’
Who web surfed with startling Zen
She’s smarter than Sanch’
Who can’t even dance
Yet this fall they’ll both probably vote Dem’
OK, I’m gonna quit now.
Uhhhh...
LOLI like it! It's almost like they stick to the original idea...how do you do that?
If you had to live with this you'd rather lie than fall.
You think I can't fly? Well, you just watch me!
~The Dresden Dolls
Hah, uhhh, donno. It just came to me; like a flash, like a vision, burnt across my brain.
Pretty much, I was using up all of my brain bytes just thinking of words that rhymed.
Uhhhh...
Hey I found a great one for all of you grammarphobes out there or is it their or is it they're...
They seem to have taken on airs
They're ever so rude with their stares
They get there quite late
There's a hand in your plate
And they're eating what's not even theirs
Uhhhh...
Hehehe. I likes it.
If you had to live with this you'd rather lie than fall.
You think I can't fly? Well, you just watch me!
~The Dresden Dolls
I don't know who wrote this..but it wern't me!
The other day upon the stair,
I met a man that wasn't there,
He wasn't there again today,
I wish that man would go away
hey all, i'm new here, i love ur lymericks !
ok, ok here it goes...ahum....be prepared
There once was a hermit named Dave
Who kept a dead whore in his cave.
She smelled like sh1t,
And was missing a tit.
But think of the money he saved.
A sasquatch with fleas in his fur
Scratched so fast that his hands were a blur;
He had hair when he started,
But soon it departed,
Then 'twas obvious "he" was a "her"!
"Ideas have consequences, and totally erroneous ideas are likely to have destructive consequences."
Steve Allen
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