There once was an insolent bird. Who said things that were rude and absurd. For a job, he applied, But was promptly denied, For the manager had overheard. I dread to think what his social media looks like.
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Thursday Limerick: Nine to five at the spreadsheet farm
Amar simply couldn’t survive, Making spreadsheets each day nine to five. From work so mundane, He resolved to abstain. So he quit and proceeded to thrive. Sometimes you gotta take a leap of faith.
Thursday Limerick: First World Problems
With tangled cords, Kevin fought. (His earbuds were tied in a knot.) When his efforts failed, He screamed and he wailed, Becoming useless, and weak, and distraught.
Thursday Limerick: Drunken Crab
There once was a drunken crab. A crow’s ale, he wanted to nab. With an angry caw, The bird ripped off his claw, And the crustacean was sent to rehab. Sometimes it takes an extreme incident to convince someone to get help.
Thursday Limerick: The Squirrel
Thursday Limerick: Beware of the Quick Fix
Guessing he saw an ad for this on his FaceBook feed? There once was a hello named Phil, Who took a miracle pill. He was promised that it, Would make him rich, witty and fit. Instead he was violently ill.
Thursday Limerick: Why do I grow vegetables?
A sneaky vegetable thief, Is gobbling every leaf. I suspect, and I fear, It’s a ravenous deer, Filling my days up with grief. Sure. Those peas were totally for you. Help your freakin’ self.
Thursday Limerick: It Could Have Been an Email
That never-ending Zoom, Was filling Jo’s workday with gloom. She was filled with despair, Wondering why she was there, and dropped to avoid certain doom.
Thursday Limerick: Clumsy Fish
It’s hard to walk upright on your tail fins. Patience is appreciated. There once was a land roaming fish, Who smashed an old woman’s best dish. A responsible bloke, He replaced what he broke, Engraved with the lady’s name–Trish.
Thursday Limerick: Note to Self
If health you wish to renew, You shouldn’t be eating fondue. It will taste so good, You’ll eat more than you should, And illness will shortly accrue.
The Fables of Para Sympan 