Lymerick

[YesNo]

Creepy monsters with hair head to feet
Are delicious. Some like theirs made sweet,
So with sugar they're spoiled
After being well-boiled,
But quite raw they're far better to eat.

[Sancho]

There was a chap named Aloysius
Who thought monsters to be delicious
But his girl Betty
Resembled a Yeti
And was staring to get suspicious

[YesNo]

A fine mind is a wonderful thing
And my Yeti’s deep thoughts make me sing
Of sweet love at midnight
Underneath bright moonlight
Since her mind doesn’t mind a wild fling.

[Sancho]

There once was a yeti named Rory
Sitting in his cave reading a story
Was one of Plato's
With perfidious foes
That Rory thought must be allegory

[YesNo]

I once had a Yeti who read
Philosophy over her head.
On Power and Will
I can still hear her grill
Me and scold how I’m dumber than dead.

[Sancho]

Rory in a cave sitting on his thumb
Thinking to himself - I am not dumb
Thought he - Do I exist?
If not I'll be pissed
After all, cogito ergo sum

[YesNo]

Careful scientists still won’t assert,
Thinking all they can know is inert,
That my yeti is real--
Existentially feel
How I’m moved when this dream tries to flirt.

[Sancho]

The lady Yeti was quite flirtatious
Furry and tall and most curvaceous
She wiggled and shook
Drew many a look
Without a doubt she's also bodacious

[YesNo]

She has hair from her head to her toes
Since it’s cold with Siberian snows.
Should I go out and buy
Her a ring she’d ask “Why?”
Proof of love is what warms her and glows.

[YesNo]

There once was a whiner who said,
“Heavy angst has gone straight to my head.”
So he wrote a love lyric,
A mad panegyric,
In praise of hot babes who have fled.

[YesNo]

Since my brain isn’t frightfully clear
And I listen to less than I hear
And this limerick’s got
Nary reason nor plot,
If I post it will it disappear?

[YesNo]

I am tempted to think you are right
Though I know you are not very bright
And you might be as wrong
As your tall tale is long
Which convinced me to stay here tonight.

[YesNo]

As a damsel she was a fine maid.
After cleaning she’d rest in the shade
Of her dragon, her lord,
With his sparkling rich horde
And pretend he’s a knight, but well-paid.

[Sancho]

There once was a Knight of olde
Who rode forth for all to beholde
But as the damsel strode by
He leaned forward to spy
And off of his steed he rolled

[Calidore]

Lady Evelyn had quite a plight
Still unmarried, with nary a bite
She resolved not to quit
Ordered dug a deep pit
And awaited the falling of knight