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Posted: 4/21/2007 7:50:34 PM | Cool you revived this old thread!
I really had thought it was dead
the pond is too still
writing limricks untill
the fishes have all gone to bed | |
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Posted: 4/23/2007 7:17:48 AM | Hi ravin, glad you stopped by my Limerick thread today
your doggy song was a riot yesterday
I sat here and wrote a song too
But if the prize goes to you
Brawny will send the prize the First of May
Bring some of your limerick friends over to visit me too. | |
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Posted: 4/23/2007 11:41:03 AM | Daddy little angel...
On POF I will never wed,
but a trail of lies starts at my bed.
I am this, and I am that,
but what I really am; is full of crap.
Read my Bio, its the start of the deciet,
and you will be sure that i dont pay the reciept.
Daddys little angel is your little hoar,
with my 0.2 cents; conversation is a bore.
I could go on, but im sure you got the point,
This is not really my hangout, you will never see me again in this joint!
JOE | |
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Posted: 4/23/2007 12:37:57 PM | there once was a farmer named Joe
Who thought he just had to go
had he stuck around
he'ld learn limrick sound
and know how to grow with the flow | |
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Posted: 4/24/2007 5:06:22 AM | Yes i am a farmer named joe,
I am the master of the eb and flow,
its not tomato plants grow,
but they have the same PH No.
   JOE | |
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Posted: 4/26/2007 9:00:20 PM | There once was a young lady named Whysper
Who had an identical twin sister.
They had plenty of beaus
But you might never know.
Whysper wouldn't tell if you kissed her. | |
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Posted: 4/27/2007 1:41:44 AM | There once was a girl named Heather,
Who wore short skirts of leather.
One day she sit
And her skirt she did split
Now she's in the all together.
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Posted: 4/27/2007 2:13:02 AM | Some soft and gentle fingers roam
Across my shiny chrome dome
I don’t remember where
went all of my hair
Now I don’t need to carry a comb | |
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Posted: 4/27/2007 11:27:27 AM | There once was a girl named Freida,
Who all of the guys had dated,
And once she was through,
All the guys times two,
It was girls instead that she mated. | |
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Posted: 5/1/2007 7:44:06 PM | There’s good limrickists on this forum
You know that I really adore’em
Though they may fight
I think they’re all right
And at least the limericks’ here won’t bore’em
What about that fine man from Wisconsin
Who sent us all pics of his Johnson
Thought we’d agree
To fly out there for free
As if just a pic makes us wants him | |
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Posted: 5/1/2007 7:49:03 PM | There once was a Montreal Man
Who liked to play the flin flan
After sipping red wine
And fair dining fine
He left the bill there and just ran | |
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Posted: 5/4/2007 9:47:11 PM | Tell me what exactly is a Wark worth?
Is it a truth from deep in the earth?
Or perhaps a small lark
Like a stroll in the park?
Or the light of a night of bright mirth? | |
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Posted: 5/4/2007 10:57:00 PM | A Wark is worth more than a wank
As always the Earth we do thank
Am up for a lark
Flying kites in the park
Or any extraordinary prank. | |
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Posted: 5/5/2007 1:30:51 PM | Nights of bright mirth--
Inestimable worth!
Composed as they are
Of moments like stars,
Casting their glow t'wrd the earth. | |
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Posted: 5/5/2007 9:30:59 PM | There once was a lady most silly
With the deportment and grace of a filly.
And when she was serious
She drove men delirious
In pursuit of poetic tranquility. | |
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Posted: 5/6/2007 4:53:43 AM | There once was a man of some depth
At limerick crafting, adept
His words, subtle patter
Which tended to flatter
Who could to his efforts, object? | |
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Posted: 5/6/2007 4:37:59 PM | There once was a pun loving lass
Who was bemused by the state of her ass.
She cooked a great stew
Washed it down with a brew,
And rejoined "Here's to you", with largesse. | |
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Posted: 5/6/2007 5:21:04 PM | THE DATE FROM H E L L
There once was a date from h e l l
Which felt like a very bad spell
All the things that he did
She wished she had hid
But now in this poem she will tell.
He said he'd be late and he was
He was later than that "just because"
She thought it was rude
But chose not to brood
And so on with things that he does
So then he snapped at the server
She knew that this man didn't deserve her
But she bit on her lip
Drank her c o c k t ail sip by sip
And prayed he'd no longer unnerve her
But he chewed with his open mouth gaping
Which she thought to herself needed taping
She just looked away
But wanted to say
His manners needed much shaping
As he went to the washroom six times
She thought "isn't he yet out of dimes"
It's either the beer
Or coke snorting here
Or the food has nasty enzymes
Her napkin dropped and as she leant
He commented as she bent
That he'd looked down her top
Her heart did a stop
She'd had enough of the torment
His calculater exposed with the bill
He added and subtracted until
She offered to pay
And wanted to say
What happened to dating goodwill?
So now as the date comes to a close
She's breathes sighs of relief as she goes
Out to her car
Gets her door ajar
And scores this date among the zeroes.
Just saw another limerick post...think I should have put it there. Maybe I'll just put it there too...Great idea OP! | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 5:11:14 AM | There once was a manure connoisseur
Who searched for a heart that was pure.
As she changed a flat tire
She remarked "Words can inspire,
But make yourself useful, dear sir." | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 6:34:43 AM | There once was a fish with a stutter
Ttttake me ppplease he would mutter
Lass took him away
And dreamed all day
of how she would steam him in butter
There once was a a girl from Leeds
who swallowed a packet of seeds
In under an hour
Her bush was in flower
And her butt was covered in weeds
There once was a horse with no name
Who buried his head in shame
He cried day and night
Gave up the fight
Ironically his name is now Lame | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 6:57:38 AM | A bunch of POF dudes
took to writing limericks in the nude.
They would have got dressed
but they thought it best
not to, in case they were misconscrewed.
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Posted: 5/27/2007 11:59:29 AM | There once was a cute fish with a stutter.
Ttttake me ppplease she repeatedly muttered.
She's just down the hall
Looking down from the wall.
She was delicious smothered in butter. | |
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Posted: 5/28/2007 7:21:26 PM | There once was a Montreal Man
Who played with the poets and can
Rhyme a good rhyme
All the while lookin’ fine
Enticing the ladies with wine | |
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Posted: 5/28/2007 7:25:44 PM | And low maintnance and hardtimes are funny
Going on about their fish buttered hunny
Now Mermaids are known
to drive you from home
Those sirens are nobodies bunny. | |
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Posted: 5/28/2007 7:53:44 PM | I spent a night at Camp Swampy
The mattress was hard and lumpy
It made me so sore
I could hardly snore
And I woke up cross and grumpy | |
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