Got nothin today. Nothin!
First day in a long time that I got...Nothin!
So dug deep in my toy chest and found a list of Limericks...
sorry, that's all I got.
One of them is mine but I'm not telling which.
Hope you enjoy and Happy Weekend.
The fellows at Ford, a fair company,
Reject lots of cars, but don’t dompany.
They sensibly lodge ’em
At fairgrounds (think ‘dodgem’)
And warn all the kids not to bompany.
A preoccupied vegan named Hugh
picked up the wrong sandwich to chew.
He took a big bite
before spitting, in fright
"OMG, WTF, BBQ!"
The spaceship lit by it’s corona
Suggested a foreign persona.
So do we embrace
This strange alien race?
Or direct them straight to Arizona.
can't haul your ass up mountain ridges?
Or feel safe on those high narrow bridges?
then perhaps it's high time
You were told in rude rhyme
keep your fat ass away from the fridges
Yes, this limerick is squarely five-line.
That's a number agreed as divine.
Count the syllables? Lordy!
They stop before forty,
Amounting to just thirty-nine.
It will bug you and leave you no rest,
Try your patience, and leave you all stressed.
It'll take all your time
making five lines of rhyme;
Damn limerick is simply a pest.
Ok, so it's bad, but, good grief,
you can sense coming soon is relief
for as verse after verse
Goes from rotten to worse,
at least you can say I was brief.
A limerick’s deceptively tricky
The meter is easy but sticky
lines one and two rhyme
three and four also chime
but five is the kicker that you really gotta think about.
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