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Tag Archives: limericks
On Wall Street the keys are “Buy low!” And “Pick out a stock that can grow!” But the sucker who buys May soon get a surprise When he finds it has lower to go.
One of my old journals is falling apart. I’d like to throw the raggedy thing away. There are only a few parts I care to remember, so I’m going to post those and then toss the rest. I guess late … Continue reading
A poor fox simply could not fox trot No matter how hard he was taught. Whether quick steps or long, Every time he’d step wrong, But he gave it his very best shot.
I know, I know. I haven’t posted a clothing limerick in a long time. I got stuck on one and with it sitting in my head half-formed, there hasn’t been enough brain-space for working with new ideas. I need to … Continue reading
Have you heard of the woman inspired To make rhymes even though she was tired? But the words wouldn’t fit, So she threatened to quit, And her muse said, “You can’t quit. You’re fired!”
I’ve been looking over the limericks that I’ve posted so far. I can see where some of them falter, particularly in the meter department, but they’re cute and with a little editing, I can see them being published in a … Continue reading
It was winter and kitty’s thick fur Was all sheared off because of a bur. Said her owner, “My cat Looks so pretty like that!” But the cat’s only comment was “Brr!”
And now, to continue the clothing line of limericks… As the snake’s chafed skin kept getting redder. He thought covering it might make it better. So he went to the store And bought clothing galore. His first choice was a … Continue reading
To play tennis a toad bought some shorts, But he found that they exposed his warts. And his knobbly old knees Got so cold in the breeze That he wore pants and gave up on sports.
There once was an ogre whose head Was as big as a four-poster bed. No store had a hat That would fit atop that! So he had to make do with a shed.