Original limerick thread

You may be rusty, but I'm still impressed. 🙂

Originally posted by Kewpie
You may be rusty, but I'm still impressed. 🙂

I don't think VR will be. Poor humorless SOB. Wonder if he'll threaten me with money, his muscles or a beating this time? I know, perhaps a good limerick to teach me a lesson.

Perhaps we could modify the rules so that the limerick has to be about the previous poster in the thread. Then we'd have people lining up to throw insults.

Originally posted by Kewpie
Perhaps we could modify the rules so that the limerick has to be about the previous poster in the thread. Then we'd have people lining up to throw insults.

Excellent idea. I invite VR to come up with something interesting to assail me with.

there once was a grampy called bobby
who was often present in the lobby
of some he did please
while others unease
but he never ended his hobby

Originally posted by coquette
there once was a grampy called bobby
who was often present in the lobby
of some he did please
while others unease
but he never ended his hobby

There once was a nymph named coquette
Who was often seen carrying a racquet
She'd say "Oh let's play"
"I'd love a roll in the hay"
Surely someone will be around to crack it.

There once was a player named HoH
Who ate stuff made out of play dough
But the stuff didn't mind
To be treated unkind
It was happy to be eaten so.

(took liberties with the name, Hecate was just too hard to rhyme)

Kewpie Goes to Hollywood

There once was a girl named Kewpie
whose linguistical skills were groovy.
Very few would mind
her play of mind,
so Hollywood cast her in a movie.
.

Duplicates aren't a problem, coquette already has two.

There was a young person called Drewno
who drove a bright red Fiat Uno
She was always in strife
so she carried a knife
and frequently told us "well, you know"

Originally posted by Kewpie
There was a young person called Drewno
who drove a bright red Fiat Uno
She was always in strife
so she carried a knife
and frequently told us "well, you know"

There once was a guy called Hecate,
who drank quite a lot of Frascati.
He spilled a lot down,
over his wife's party gown.
Now he's not allowed at the party.