The Wrong Planet Limerick Thread!

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Reika is very right
How can this not gone out of my sight?
Maybe people are running out
For ideas, everyone heads south
The forms of transportation will be very tight!

When thinking of penning a ditty,
I considered the tale of a kitty.
But my feline lines paled,
And their meaning was veiled.
And obscurity is just so pretty.

I am tired as hell
So tired, I cannot bring myself to ring a bell
I cannot even eat my lunch
Food, I will waste a bunch
But instead, it will not make a sell

The limerick's cadence divine
Is better when rendered in Strine.
"Yer concept's abstruse,
Ya bloody great goose,
And yer final word don't even rhyme."

A gentleman, dining at Crewe*
found a very large mouse in his stew
said the waiter 'don't shout,
or wave it about
or the rest will be wanting one too!"

*5 star 'foodie' restaurant

There once was a man from Nantucket,
Who's rhymes were so bad he should chuck it,
His poems were so bad,
It's really quite sad,
He can only rhyme things with Nantucket

(Well, I tried )

I really don't have a lot to say,
But donkey-like here, I'll stand and bray.
I thought about planes,
Or cleaning the drains,
But coffee is all I'll do, today.

Yesterday, I was on a caffeine high
The temptation of organic coffee cemented the buy
The caffeine gave me the best hangover
As I tried to come up with a cover
I will go on more highs inserted into a apple pie

Codeine can help with my back pain
But massage therapy provides a better gain
Add in an adjustment or two
And I'll be as good as new
Which ain't saying much cause my back is lame

I'm a bit too new here to write limericks about this place, but I have written some limericks about pop culture stuff...here's one limerick and one limerick suite:

There once was a captain named Malcolm
whose pants were so tight he would talc 'em.
The talc made him cough
so hard they slid off,
and thus crashed the Millennium Falcon.

There once was a turtle in N.Y.
whose favorite things were his twin sai
With thirst for a fight,
he'd storm out at night
and make foot ninja eyeballs and skin fly.
He had a brother who faught him with nunchuck
when he didn't eat junk like a dump truck.
There was no hate.
They'd get along great.
"...If he'd stop acting like such a dumb f**k."
Their stalwart and fearless big brother
weilded katana like nearly none other.
His swords he would sheathe,
tell his brothers to breathe
and they'd mockingly label him "mother".
The fourth turtle was quite smart.
The type who never fights before fights start.
Mostly held back,
but when robots attack,
he can't wait to pick them apart.

To the Credit Union I did go
With hat and sunglasses, certainly you know
They confronted me in the line
Said I had to remove them in short time
So I stormed out before I did blow

Our Trigger, left cashless, did scurry
To the next bank without any worry
But in full football helmet
You're even less well met
They'll bundle you out in a hurry!

The limerick, of course, is a form
That fits a popular norm
Where words, Anglo-Saxon
Evokes dirty cracks on
Sex that raises a storm.

I wrote this one last year for school. I don't think it ever got turned in though...

*Ahem*

There once was a prune named Annie
Who worked full time as a nanny
The kid was a brat
And puked on her hat
So she went Kung Fu on her fanny

Annie, a prune, not dumb
Was grateful for any love crumb.
So she learned how to wiggle,
To smile and to giggle
Thereby changing a prune to a plum.