Playing cricket's a fine thing to do.
Getting burnt at the beach is nice, too,
But what Sasquatch can't figure
If his brain is bigger
Why he's the one fit for a zoo?
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Playing cricket's a fine thing to do.
Getting burnt at the beach is nice, too,
But what Sasquatch can't figure
If his brain is bigger
Why he's the one fit for a zoo?
When my time came near
The road became clear
Veer into life
Steer away from strife
Knife away all fear
Two hunters saw Sasquatch appear
With his wife and his baby both near.
Before they could fire
Granny said, "I'll aim higher
If you shoot anyone around here."
Welcome, colb2! Nice limerick. I tried to use some of your rhyme words.
Used your rhyme pattern and stuck with topic :-)
I held in hand a very big spear
In the yard drinking a beer
While keeping warm by the bonfire
Seen a monster climb the barbed wire
Yes, off I ran in high gear!
Upon Baby 'Sas the fine young lass did certainly dote
Even though his baby shoes were the size of a boat
The town folk were aghast
Puzzling questions amassed
Such as at age eighteen should he be allowed to vote
Although monsters are scary, they could
Be an alternate boyfriend, but would
You excuse their rich smell?
Resist urges to yell?
They do bite, if you bite them first good.
The campaign wants to take it to court.
Civil liberties have come up short.
"Let him vote! Let him drink!
Let him work! Let him stink!
Do you think he is just good for sport?"
The Supreme Court waited to hear arguments
The ACLU had filed the legal documents
Justice Breyer was opposed
Justice Thomas just dozed
And Sasquatch was released on his own recognizance
When words escaped thought
I became overwrought
Letters all mixed
The mind transfixed
Poetry's what I sought
With all due respect to poets I have a complaint
Their language so obscure they need a patron saint
St. David of Wales
Said faith prevails
And while limericks is fun but poetry they ain't
(I learned from the americancatholic.org website that the patron saint of poets is St. David of Wales, b 500AD. They also had a Saint-O-the-day app for your iPhone. Strange but true.)
Saint David of Wales wondered, How?.
Sasquatch bragged, after taking a bow,
"I'm a writer of verse
And to make matters worse,
I'll recite all my verses right now."
There once was a big-footed bard
Whose poems were most avant-garde
He sang of the forest
And the brontosaurus
Yet others thought him a retard
He's a retard as everyone knows
And his poetry reads like bad prose
Full of angst and despair.
Let the reader beware,
But we hope he'd just put on some clothes.
The muse Sasquatch danced the fandango
Whilst accompanying himself on banjo
He's a poet
Don't he know it
Wild and free and going commando