Tag Archives: Limerick

Good Night In Seattle

THE BIRDS AND THE SHEEP PLAYED A GAME

AND AT FIRST, YEAH, THE BIRDS LOOKED LAME

THEN WE WENT TO OT

AND OH GOOD GOLLY GEE

GIVE RESPECT TO OUR SEAHAWKS’ NAME!

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Helping In The Kitchen

If you make some lemon chiffon

Then add escargot and dijon

Then turn up the mixer

You make an elixir

That makes wife cook all meals from now on.

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Magic Mike or Fabulous Frank?

There once was a dancer whose thighs

Were of the most momentous size.

Picking up girls was easy

And he never seemed sleazy.

Alas, he was just into guys.

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Black Friday Deals

There was an unwanted doodad

That everyone figured was bad

But just for today

We can send it your way

For 10% off. Aren’t you glad?

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But There Is An “I” In “Heavy Sigh”

They say there’s no “I” in team

Which makes me want to scream

‘Cause there’s no “I” in “eye”

Nor in “aye”, “fly”, “guy”, “spy”,

So it’s not as mundane as would seem.

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Ja?

To my homeys in Mexico:

Without context, how do you know

If it’s Santa’s bellow

Or a rapper’s Hello

When you read the words “Jo jo jo”?

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Saves Us Several Weeks Of Suffering In January, I Guess

The Rams faced off with the Seahawks

Who forgot how to lace up their Reeboks.

The hawks made four kicks

Betwtixt their four picks

And now they’re not Super Bowl 60 locks.

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Book Review: A Dark And Horny Knight

It’s about this guy who’s a demon

With virile and plentiful… oh lord.

I tried dear, I swear

But I really don’t dare

To review the books that have you screamin’.

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No Change Is Good Change?

Thanks to a heroic protest

With an anti-monarchical request

I’m happy to say

That as of today

No kings have, our freedom, transgressed.

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Fine Whine

There once was a popular singer

Whose love life was put through the ringer.

Her dreams all came true

Yet she still sings to you

About how life still gives her the finger.

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