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Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
Each with a buck and a quarter.
Jill came down with two-fifty...
That little 'ore!

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There once was a player named Uzless,
Whose Lymerics were such a mess,
They made not much sense, But in his defence,
Thats what happens when you are clueless.....
😀

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Originally posted by Bowmann
That doesn't rhyme. Idiot.
Oh Bowmann you hack
You should visit the quack
I like your advice
Pity its not nice
But remember i'll always be back

I will try my best
When it's put to the test
Bowmann my boy
I'll holler and hoy
When i'm up with the bloody best








You should check some of the others you know.

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Originally posted by demonseed
There once was a guy named, FreakyKBH,
Who declined to become my bee-yatch.
Will he change his mind?
When he comes to find,
That I am, actually, incredibly rich.
Demonseed tried a limerick
making those around quite sick.
His meter was off,
we all had to scoff
of himself he made quite a dick.

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Originally posted by FreakyKBH
Demonseed tried a limerick
making those around quite sick.
His meter was off,
we all had to scoff
of himself he made quite a dick.
There was a young man who was a freak,
Who liked lying under gents while they took a leak.
He begged: "Don't aim it south,
Aim for the mouth;
You know I like to wet my beak!!"

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Hail the pooets!

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Originally posted by Palynka
Hail the pooets!
Poete ... vos papiers!

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Originally posted by demonseed
There was a young man who was a freak,
Who liked lying under gents while they took a leak.
He begged: "Don't aim it south,
Aim for the mouth;
You know I like to wet my beak!!"
A demon is thought of as wild
but this one, we know as quite mild.
No spark in his life,
no girl, nor a wife,
content he is, fiddling his inner child.

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Originally posted by FreakyKBH
A demon is thought of as wild
but this one, we know as quite mild.
No spark in his life,
no girl, nor a wife,
content he is, fiddling his inner child.
That was a disapointing comeback.

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Originally posted by GalaxyShield
That was a disapointing comeback.
so when did limericks become poems???

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Originally posted by GalaxyShield
That was a disapointing comeback.
I was tired/stressed/hung over. My on-line thesaurus was broke. I had a hangnail on my middle typing finger and it threw my cadence off. Give me another shot, coach!

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I thought it was good. Freaky, who loves ya baby?

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Originally posted by demonseed
I thought it was good. Freaky, who loves ya baby?
Some people set such high standards, its almost impossible to please their delicate sensibilities. For everyone else, there's you and me, DS.

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Originally posted by FreakyKBH
I was tired/stressed/hung over. My on-line thesaurus was broke. I had a hangnail on my middle typing finger and it threw my cadence off. Give me another shot, coach!
In the forums of the damned he did rest,
He would insult all the others, so to best;
But when insulted by another,
The child cried for his mother.
"Mummy, that Galaxy Shield is such a pest."

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Shot through the heart,
You're to blame
Honey you give love,
A bad name