When the blogger decided to write, Outrage he hoped to incite. But the internet mob, Made him whimper and sob, And gave him a terrible fright.
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Thursday Limerick: Don’t Go To This Restaurant
The tables were greasy with scum, And the undersides covered in gum. The owner was mean, And refused to clean, And he lived on a diet of rum.
Thursday Limerick: Sharing is Caring
James wanted the entire scone, But he couldn’t bear living alone. So he took out a knife, And gave half to his wife, And was not forced to live on his own.
Thursday Limerick: A Strange Substitute for Milk
A lactose intolerant fairy, Who couldn’t consume any dairy, Tried hard to think, Of an alternate drink, And finally settled on sherry.
Thursday Limerick: More Advice
A mortal should always be wary, Of making a deal with a fairy. You could end up with a curse, You can not reverse, The idea of which is quite scary. Potential curses include: All coffee turns to decaf the moment it touches your lips. The unsubscribe button on your spam emails doesn’t work. ForcedContinue reading “Thursday Limerick: More Advice”
Thursday Limerick: Fishy Classmate
A fish was unusually bold. So into college he enrolled. The sight of a bass, In an algebra class, Was certainly one to behold.
Thursday Limerick: Don’t Steal from Santa
There once was a fellow named Bill, A cookie he’d fight for and kill. He was so filled with hate, He stole from Santa’s plate, And what he got for Christmas was nil.
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Thursday Limerick: Cat vs Christmas Tree
A fur tree of towering height, Decorated with ornaments bright, Fell near the cat, Almost knocking him flat, And gave him a horrible fright.
Thursday Limerick: Manta
In the aquarium in Atlanta, Resided a ravenous manta. He wanted more fish, To add to his dish, So he wrote a letter to Santa. There are like two words that rhyme with “Santa” but by an amazing stroke of luck, there is an aquarium with manta rays in Georgia.
Thursday Limerick: Don’t Be Darlene
Insisting that she was the boss, Of making the cranberry sauce, Darlene picked a fight, And was up half the night, Being disgruntled and cross. Between you and me, I like the canned stuff. Yes, that stuff that’s unnaturally red and keeps the shape of the can when you dump it. Delicious! Bonus! Here isContinue reading “Thursday Limerick: Don’t Be Darlene”
The Fables of Para Sympan 