The limerick thread.

[Franco]

I don't like this new kind of  thread;
The ones that call for work instead
of mindless blather, like I want;
They only disappoint
me, and I then disappoint the thread head

[MN Dave]

There was a young man from St. Lou
Whose limericks stopped at line two.



Whitley Strieber posted that on Facebook. Not sure if it's his.

[Elgarian]

A man from remote Singapore,
Wrote limericks up to line four.
Despite much haranguing,
He left us all hanging ...

[Elgarian]

(We very soon showed him the door.)

[Elgarian]

Another who got on our wicks
Was the man who went up to line six.
So time after time,
He squandered his rhyme,
And piled up the words just like bricks.
(We soon had enough of his tricks.)

[MN Dave]

*claps*

[karlhenning]

Out East where the first sun is settin
Lives a rare and athletic Tibetan
She speed-meditates
On her saffron ice-skates
She's the Tibetan Mary Lou Retton.

[ This one comes with a story ]

[Elgarian]

*claps*

Well, thinking ideas would thrive.
I struggled to bring back, alive,
The issue of three.


(But as you can see,
A limerick's best with just five.)

[Elgarian]

[ This one comes with a story ]

Gosh Karl, that is really quite weird.
(In fact it's the weirdest I've heared)  [This is called 'poetic licence', people]
But may we ask, later,
In this dream of the skater:
Did you have a close shave? Or a beard?

[Joe Barron]

There was a young girl from Madras,
Who possessed a magnificent ass,
It was not round and pink,
Like you probably think,
It was gray, had long ears and ate grass.

There was a young man from Madras,
Whose nostrils were made out of glass.
When tinkling together,
They played "Stormy Weather,"
Which startled King Haile Salass'.


There was a pianist named Reenie,
Whose hands, though proficient, were teeny.
When splayed to full width
They could reach but a fifth,
So her octaves were played arpeggini.

[Ataraxia]

With sorcery most evil and dark
I have resurrected this thread on a lark
Humorous and depraved
It's back from the grave
So I hope here your ass you will park