There once was a cowardly hare, Who decided to go to the fair. A small Ferris wheel, Made him tremble and squeal, And frightened him beyond repair.
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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: The Fly
There once was an intrusive fly, Who simply refused to die. I attempted to kill, But it wouldn’t keep still. It was quick and surprisingly sly.
Thursday Limerick: Bad Match
A parrot named Polly was wed, To an old vulture named Fred. But Fred was not rich, So she decided to ditch, And she packed up her things and fled. Poor Fred. </3
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: Don’t drink and drive.
A gnome went to happy hour, But it made his stomach feel sour. He called his friend Jerome, To get a ride home, And then took a freezing cold shower. Don’t drink and drive. Even if the thing you’re driving is a giant snail. …What does a snail look like when it’s swerving? …Could aContinue reading “Thursday Limerick: Don’t drink and drive.”
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.
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.
The Fables of Para Sympan 