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Category Archives: Humor
Thursday Limerick: Raccoon Platoon
A sneaky and cunning raccoon, Stole some trash mid afternoon. Exceptionally keen, The raccoon was not seen, And escaped to his waiting platoon.
Thursday Limerick: Sheep
When Jason found he couldn’t sleep, He decided to hire some sheep. But they ate up his throw, So he told them to go. And swore ’cause they didn’t come cheap. He should have looked at their Yelp reviews.
Thursday Limerick: Lock Your Car
When alien’s decided to land, They left their spacecraft unmanned. Teens entered the ship, And took it for a trip, Which is not what the aliens planned.
Thursday Limerick: Expensive Taste
The ducks at the lake were all fed, A diet of crumbly bread. They found it a bore, And petitioned for more, And were given fish eggs instead. Only the most expensive caviar would do.
Thursday Limerick: Nevada
I write too many limericks about California and Washington. Here’s a limerick about (rolls dice) Nevada: Suddenly Vegas is there. It came out of the sand from nowhere. If you brought a buck, You can try out your luck, But don’t complain it isn’t fair.
Thursday Limerick: One Stop Shop
When the doctor looked at her chart, He said Bernice needed a heart. But where could she find, An organ of that kind? She lucked out at her local Walmart. They really have everything, don’t they? If she was in the Northwest, she could have tried Fred Meyer.
Short Story: Max Carnage, CIA
CIA agent Max Carnage stood in an elevator watching the numbers over the door descend. The CIA’s hiring policies only allowed them to recruit agents who were over six feet tall and unnaturally good-looking. Even disguised as a janitor in a frumpy blue jumpsuit, Max was worried his broad shoulders, strong jawline, and chiseled featuresContinue reading “Short Story: Max Carnage, CIA”
Thursday Limerick: Never stop thinking
A philosopher fan of Descartes, Decided he’d go into art. But caught up in his ink, He forgot to think, And the universe tore him apart. “I don’t think, therefore I am not.” – Katy, 2021
Thursday Limerick: Poker Duck
I asked my six-year-old for a limerick topic. She said: a duck trying to get his money back. Here you go: There was an unfortunate duck. In Vegas, he lost his last buck. So he served and got tips, Then returned with more chips, But continued to have lousy luck.
