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Thursday Limerick: Seattle
An oppressive and unceasing rain, Was driving this writer insane. Though she chose this battle, When she moved to Seattle, It’s not something she’d do again.
Thursday Limerick: California Surprise
Work left Darsh no time to rest. He decided to take a plane west. For California he pined, To relax and unwind, But the tourist tax left him more stressed.
Thursday Limerick: Inconsistent Courage
A terrier covered in flour, Refused to step into the shower. A burglar he’d fight, The mailman he’d bite. But from water he’d run off and cower.
Thursday Limerick: Christmas Cat
Enthralled by your Christmas tree, Your cat will set ornaments free. She’ll bat and she’ll tug, Until the tree hits the rug, And destruction will fill her with glee.
Thursday Limerick: Fly Pie
It’s amazing what frog aristocrats will spend for fly pies. There once was a gecko named Stan. Who came up with a lucrative plan. He caught him some flies, Which he baked into pies, Then sold to a wealthy frog-man.
Thursday Limerick: Some Horses are Jerks
There once was a conquering horse, Who took someone’s pasture by force. But through God’s saving grace, He relinquished the place, And left full of pain and remorse.
Thursday Limerick: Playing God or Making Dinner?
A scientist–eccentric and quirky, Engineered a self-seasoning turkey. In creating the bird, Criticisms incurred, For his methods were morally murky.
Thursday Limerick: Horror Movie
Totally not a passive aggressive commentary on my husband’s taste in movies. (It’s an aggressive commentary on my husband’s taste in movies.) My husband went out and got, A film with a horrible plot. It was truly a bore, (only blood, guts, and gore). And surely caused his brain to rot.
Thursday Limerick: The Natureless Lawn
There was a landscaper named Shawn, Who cherished his beautiful lawn. The sprawling green rug, Made him feel pretty smug. Though any semblance of nature was gone. What’s a dandelion or two? There might be more than two on my lawn… Actually, I don’t really have a lawn, I have dandelions and dirt. Is thisContinue reading “Thursday Limerick: The Natureless Lawn”
