Lymerick

What would you people say to a, I dont, A LYMERICK!
With the tanka tank and the haiku woo woo I figured a little lymerick action to ease people into poetry and lighten the mood a little would do alot for those late nights and depressing days. Huh? How about it?

There once was a kid from a farm,
Who really loved causing me harm.
He blew up my car,
Which was going too far
And thats when he tore off my arm. :eek:

See! Its funny cuz its sadistic! Black Humor! Yay! Emily, hit me with a good 'rick... :D

Oh no, I suck at these. :p Oh well...

I once met a man with three feet
Whose tap dancing couldn't be beat.
Ten times in a row
The right crushed the left toe,
While the third turned them both to chopped meat.


LoL How's that for graphic? :D

Haha, cool.

I knew you could do it! :)

There once was a man from milwaukee
who impulsively played too much hockey
He never played much
and his skating was such
That he usually sat on the bench talking.

I'll regret posting this later, but I'm bored, and really... what's a limerick thread without something naughty? :D

There once was a girl from Alsace,
Who was quite a rude little lass.
Out with a gent who
Whispered, "What shall I do?"
She turned and replied . . .


































. . . "Fill my glass." ;)

HAH AHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH HA H AH AHA H AHA AHAHAHA H H HAH AH AH !!!!!!!1!!!1111!!1ONE ONE!~!!11
That was FUNNY!!! I THOUGHT IT WAS GUNNAH SAY **** MY ***!!!

:rolleyes: My grandfather has a huge yellow book of just dirty limericks. But I'm ashamed to say that one was mine. The baser side of the great Irish literary heritage. :D :D

There once was a little brown rabbit
who fed off the fat of an abbot
his dead body was found
scattered all on the gound
till the police started searching and nabbed it.

There once was a girl called Sally
she lived most her life in an alley
she climbed up a tree
got stung by a bee
and ran all the way to the valley

Its not very good, but well it made me laugh!
Keep smiling...Hannah

Clarabelle snuffed it at five
While playing at rockets with Clive.
Said he, "won't it be fun
to fly up to the sun?. . . . . .

. . . Oh, damn. Why don't they ever survive?"

It's a sign emily, clearly the fate of humans is doomed, especailly children.

Forty-two buckets of lard
Got dumped in the back of my yard.
It's a myst'ry to me
Who the culprit could be,
But then I haven't looked very hard.

Amalgamate kittens with mice --
The result will be ever so nice --
Knead together the fluff
With the rest of the stuff
And then pound it all down once or twice.

It pains me to write this down:
I think I just murdered a clown.
Accident though it was,
I regret it because
I missed seeing him hit the ground.

Hahahaha, clever that last line was.

Twas a little known town
whence came that clown
and terribly sad
is the mom and dad
that he will no longer come 'round.