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|There once was a man named George W.,|
who didn't know what he put us through.
When election time came around,
a new man was found,
anyone is better than George W.
Posted: 4/21/2007 6:04:01 AM
|Onceuponatime all poems rhymed.|
AABBA went the lines.
The pattern was stuck
Like a stick in the muck.
Set the words free! the poets opined.
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!
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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."
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.
Posted: 5/28/2007 9:13:10 PM
|There was an eyeful with a bird as best buddy|
Wearing a shirt way too loud and too gaudy.
He rhymed and he squawked-
That's the way that he talked.
And his mouth could be as foul as a potty.
Posted: 5/29/2007 4:41:49 AM
|An eye for an eye with eye guy-|
I'm akin to a paranoid magpie.
If it shines I take note.
Did I just get your goat?
Are there gentleman's rules I should live by?
Posted: 5/29/2007 10:25:54 PM
|Aye, matey, I've sailed with the sailors.|
I bow to your eminence, goat trainer.
I'm afraid of my shadow,
I am moved by the fado,
I am choking back tears - those betrayers.
Posted: 5/31/2007 1:19:51 PM
|There once was an immoderate raven|
With a passion for wonderful weaving
Of incongruent words
With no bounds observed.
She refused to be bound for your pleasing.
Posted: 5/31/2007 7:02:30 PM
|To the reigning limerick jester|
I decline your offer to pester.
Jousting is fine
If so inclined,
But who decides who is the bester?
Posted: 5/31/2007 8:56:52 PM
|The immoderate immoderator|
Has scolded the most modest debaters.
Her critical eye
Is blind - right, eye guy?
May she be sent to the corner till later.
Posted: 6/1/2007 4:18:47 AM
|To eye guy I apologize.|
To cross Ravin is certainly unwise.
She'll tie me in knots
If ever I cross
Her line, wherever it lies.
Posted: 6/1/2007 3:47:53 PM
|We're distracted by the opposite secks.|
We agree that seduction's complex.
Although easily charmed
We abhor being scorned,
So be warned that we could soon be your ex.
Posted: 6/2/2007 4:14:35 AM
|My troubles - mostly they are small.|
They're troubling for me, that's all.
Whether big or little
Is no matter - it'll
Be troubling till time drapes its pall.
Posted: 6/2/2007 10:58:28 PM
|To those who have skinny-dipped never-|
It's a liberating endeavour.
For all who supposed
The truth is disclosed,
And the bather's refreshed altogether.
Posted: 6/3/2007 8:29:55 AM
|There once was a lady okpeep|
Who ventured forth while most would sleep.
If you seek her heart
Just do your part.
There's room for all in the stable sweep.
Posted: 6/4/2007 8:32:44 PM
|Silly is seriously flustered.|
Eye guy still cuts the mustard.
While his pate is still hot
He takes his best shot.
She glows red with laughter and lustre.
Posted: 6/5/2007 4:14:52 PM
|My mother once kissed Che Guevara|
They danced through the night in a trance
Though his features I bear
She'll solemnly swear
He never got into her pants!
Posted: 6/5/2007 7:40:52 PM
|Was your mother a nurse in the south?|
Was that a chaste kiss on the mouth?
Did they dance until dawn?
Fall asleep on the lawn?
Was he a gent or was he a lout?
Posted: 6/5/2007 10:22:17 PM
|All kisses were chaste back then|
She says, a generation unspoiled by sin
No one went to bed
Unless they were wed
A world full of pure minded men.
(I think my mother's memory is ....selective concerning these things.)