There once was a man for East Mocking
Who bowels were simply not working--
So he bout a strong laxative.
Really quite relaxative
Now he has to replace bathroom flooring!
There once was a man for East Mocking
Who bowels were simply not working--
So he bout a strong laxative.
Really quite relaxative
Now he has to replace bathroom flooring!
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
There was a man from Frankfurt
Who instead of water, drank dirt
He once drank a lot
when he choked on a rock
Now he no longer lives in Frankfurt
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"O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself. "
-Louis Aragon
There once was a lady named Jane
With an ax in her hand. For your pain,
Should you get her in bed,
That ax goes through your head.
She likes guys who have got half a brain.
Happy Halloween!
There once was a zombie with brains:
His angst that sad fact quite explains.
Whilst his peers hunted head
He lay sulking in bed
Upset at their mindless refrains.
se non e vero, e molto ben'trovato
Excellent Halloween limerick. Well done!
There was an old ghoul from Dundee
Whose Halloween parties were free
Though those who attended
Were often suspended
Before being eaten for tea.
Through the park after dark Billy goes,
Draws his sword when a wild werewolf shows.
That sweet maiden he'd save
Was the main course and gave
Billy gas from the hot sauce he chose.
There once was a woman called Mabel
Whose man was remarkably able,
He ravaged his wife
Till she said, ‘On my life,
we must stop, or we’ll fall off the table.’
There once was an angel named Tess
Who wore a sheer radiant dress
So those devils could see
All they want all for free
To make sure that their minds stay a mess.
When the bubble had doubled Jim knew
That the bursting would come. Still it grew.
Well, Jim bought at the top
And then watched it all drop.
He got out when it bottomed out, too.
The sunbeams are strings on my fiddle.
I play you an intricate riddle
Of sweet little tunes
On gay afternoons
And chord with the chickadee's whistle.
If we find the answer, it would be the ultimate triumph of human reason-- for we would know the mind of God.
-Stephen Hawking
Nice one, moonbird! It is a challenge to write a limerick that is not filled with crude humor.Originally Posted by moonbird
Here's an attempt I made to write something more serious. I hope to read more of yours!
After the Big Bang
It pops out of nothing -- so bright!
The universe sparkles at night.
During day it's fine, too.
Let's give praise our lives through,
Giving thanks for the present of light.
Well, this is very optimistic! Not at all what I was expecting. Normally when I think of an oscillating universe as a "trapping", it becomes quite hellish in the metaphysical sense. To each, to each.Nice one, moonbird! It is a challenge to write a limerick that is not filled with crude humor.
Here's an attempt I made to write something more serious. I hope to read more of yours!
After the Big Bang
It pops out of nothing -- so bright!
The universe sparkles at night.
During day it's fine, too.
Let's give praise our lives through,
Giving thanks for the present of light.
"My Soul, do not seek eternal life, but to exhaust the realm of possibility." -Pindar
Thanks, deryk!
I think Buddhists would agree with you about being trapped in eternal reincarnations, that is, eternal opportunities for suffering and death. But I'm not a Buddhist so I don't know. Anyway I tried to look at it differently here.
A pirate, history relates
Was scuffling with some of his mates
When he slipped on a cutlass
Which rendered him nutless
And practically useless on dates
teeheee funny
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