I went to search in the patch, For a fat pumpkin to snatch. The vegetable’s fate Was muffins on my plate. I promptly whipped up a batch. I gained ten pounds just writing this limerick.
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A World Remarkably Like Our Own
I went to search in the patch, For a fat pumpkin to snatch. The vegetable’s fate Was muffins on my plate. I promptly whipped up a batch. I gained ten pounds just writing this limerick.
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Everything’s cinnamon spice, And sweaters are comfy and nice. We’re done with the pool, ‘Cause the weather is cool, This season is paradise. I used to be a summer purist but I’ve grown to appreciate fall in my old age.
This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Actually that’s total BS. Inspired by a true story… Joe had a bad habit. He forgot to eat his leftovers. The back of his fridge was full of plastic containers loaded with food in various states of decay. ToContinue reading “Halloween Special: Leftover Vengeance”
There once was a fellow named Paul. Scary posters covered his hall. He was so very keen, On getting to Halloween, That he wished it could always be Fall. There are two kinds of people in the world: those who wear flip-flops until November, and those who put out pumpkins in July. Which kind areContinue reading “Thursday Limerick: Halloween”