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| Old Pro |
THIS IS A GAME WHERE WE POST LIMERICKS OR SOMEONE STARTS ONE AND THE GROUP JOINS IN TO FINISH IT.This message has been edited. Last edited by: jitterbug, | ||
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| Old Pro |
There is a great place known as Enid If you've never been, you should see it You cross any door Smart people galore . . . They figure it out, then they flee it. | |||
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| Old Pro |
Wicked good. | |||
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| Old Pro |
There is a great place known as Enid If you've never been, you should see it You cross any door Smart people galore . . . But they're apathetic about limericks, I can see it. | |||
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| Old Pro |
There once was a cat and a mouse The cat chased the mouse through the house While under the sink The mouse stopped to drink . . . . | |||
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| Old Pro |
There once was a cat and a mouse The cat chased the mouse through the house While under the sink The mouse stopped to drink And woke up not wearing her blouse | |||
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| Old Pro |
Dang you're good. I'd never have thought of that one. You start one and I'll try to finish (since it looks like you and I are the only two who want to play this game. | |||
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| <Mr.Man> |
A hobo existed, in peace. In a wardrobe consisting of fleece. So he hopped a train north... | ||
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| Old Pro |
A hobo existed, in peace In a wardrobe consisting of fleece So he hopped a train north With lack of remorth (speech impediment) Opposite south-flying large flock of geese He arrived to some cold bitter air He even had frost in his hair He chattered aloud In spite of the crowd "Not as smart as a goose I declare" Oh, so bad. Here's one for you to finish, Mr. Man: The banker, automaker and priest Among them the priest was thought least Till two had to shout "We need a bailout!" . . . | |||
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| Old Pro |
Oh, that man with the collar thing is good! Should I take a stab at your latest start or should we see if anybody else wants to join in? I'll wait a bit to see. But just because I'm not responding immediately doesn't mean that I won't work on it. Thanks. | |||
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| Old Pro |
An elf by the proper name Bruce Was tasked to pick Santa's spruce He said, "Oh my soul! We're on the North Pole There's no sign of green trees on the loose!" (Couldn't think of any rhyme other than "loose" and I couldn't wait for anybody else. I got too ansy!) Here's another start (but if anybody else wants to give a different ending to Bruce's spruce, feel free): I once saw the cleverest fox Who snuck by the coop 'hind the rocks I ran got a gun . . . | |||
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| <Mr.Man> |
I once saw the cleverest fox Who snuck by the coop 'hind the rocks I ran got a gun . . . But the deed had been done. All that was left was the KFC box. _________________________________ How it all began remains but a mystery. How we got here in the time of pre-History. As we turn each new page..... | ||
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| Old Pro |
Exquisite! | |||
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| Old Pro |
How it all began remains but a mystery. How we got here in the time of pre-History. As we turn each new page On Darwinian rage It's monkeys and apes in his story _______________________________________ There once was a guy, Sigmund Freud Developed a case of adenoids His incessant snoring . . . | |||
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