Sweet.

There once was a guy, Sigmund Freud
Developed a case of adenoids
His incessant snoring . .

Kept the Sandman from scoring.
Dream interpretation was left null and void.

Too good, Mr. Man!

A turkey named Tom had decided...
That he might be more safe if he "hided"...

Tom bought a disguise...

A turkey named Tom had decided
That he might be more safe if he "hided."
Tom bought a disguise
From the costume franchise,
And this plan of his made him excited.

It turned out there was a slight glitch:
The mask made his nose start to itch.
He sneezed really hard
Heard throughout the barnyard,
And it blew off his mask in a ditch.

The farmer, he heard the commotion
While patching the ditch for erosion.
It gave him a scare
To see a face there
In the ditch weeds without any motion.

He looked at the mask's clear blue eyes
Not knowing it was a disguise.
He climbed to the top
And called for a cop
To investigate and to advise.

The cop just became irritated,
Disgusted, disturbed, agitated.
When he got to the farm
To a dumb false alarm
He was already grocery belated.

The cop's wife would just go berserk
If he didn't quick stop after work.
She had laid down the word:
He must pick up a bird
For the Thanksgiving meal, the big jerk.

The cop was a widely known sinner.
On the farm then he came out a winner.
He just took out his gun,
And he got the job done,
And his wife fixed a fresh turkey dinner.

This story has left us a moral;
Let's not hear any fuss or dumb quarrel.
Life will end in deep woe
Even Tom had to go.
Be yourself then -- don't rest on your laurels.

This message has been edited. Last edited by: jitterbug,

Outstanding. Too bad nobody else will play.

I tried but I suck at it.

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by tammylynwilson:
I tried but I suck at it.

Hey! That sounds like a great last line for a limeric

Aw, come on folks. I've laid out some pretty embarrassing stuff for all to see. You guys KNOW how lame I can be. But every once in a while you hit onto something worth smiling at. Come on. It's fun. Tammylynn, you are a big fat liar. You aren't bad at this at all! And I know Ali-N has talent. Just look at the composite hillbilly poem she kept improving. If we give you a start of 3 or 4 verses and you don't have the courage to add a single line, you're missing the fun. Here's a start of one, and as much as I like Mr. Man's good stuff I'm gonna ask that he wait to see if anyone else will take on the challenge. If not Man and I will call you all sissies!

Finish this one:


My dog is endearing to me
I always ask people to see
How he romps in the grass

quote:

Originally posted by tammylynwilson:
I tried but I suck at it.

I thought you were really good.

I agree, MM. C'mon Tammylynn. Unless you're baking a pumpkin pie tonight, finish this one:


My dog is endearing to me
I always ask people to see
How he romps in the grass
It tickles his arse

Thanks. They might have been ok, but they don't come to me very easily at all.

My dog is endearing to me
I always ask people to see
How he romps in the grass
It tickles his arse
"oh, wow, I like that," says he.

quote:

Originally posted by tammylynwilson:
Thanks. They might have been ok, but they don't come to me very easily at all.

My dog is endearing to me
I always ask people to see
How he romps in the grass
It tickles his arse
"oh, wow, I like that," says he.

in all seriousness, you have talent... you just need to keep at it (practice makes perfect, as they say) and it will become easier and easier, I'm sure of it. We might not be as good as LibraryKat, but we can still have fun trying

quote:

Originally posted by tammylynwilson:
Thanks. They might have been ok, but they don't come to me very easily at all.

My dog is endearing to me
I always ask people to see
How he romps in the grass
It tickles his arse
"oh, wow, I like that," says he.

Good one! Thanks for posting. Now let's get Ali-N in the game. Between the two of you we'll get a fresh perspective. And if the two of you get in, maybe you can lure Library Kat, too.

I am mostly a limerick lurker, but O.K., I'll give it a try:

The quite jolly poet named jitterbug,
In rhymes portrayed McCain as a thug.
Election came and went,
And to a greater extent
...

The quite jolly poet named jitterbug,
In rhymes portrayed McCain as a thug.
Election came and went,
And to a greater extent...

On the maverick's campaign, he pulled the plug.