There once was a streaming station
Who aired a playoff game to the nation.
The broadcast was bad
And no one will be sad
If the ratings show as “Devastation.”
Tag Archives: Limerick
“Hey Guys! What If We Hijack The Playoffs And Pretend It’s A Cool Innovation Instead Of A Paywall? I Bet Nobody Will Cancel Their Subscription The Day After.” -Some Peacock Exec, Probably
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Seahawks Fans Right Now
There once was a team called the Bears
Who thrust my clan into despairs.
They sucked at a sport,
But so do my cohort
So at the end of the day, who cares?
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If I Transcribed My Entire Thought Process While Writing Jokes Instead Of Just The Finished Product
There once was a suburban dad
Who was a most serious lad.
He never told jokes
To his kids or his folks
And because of that they all were sad.
Now that you feel sufficiently guilty…
What did the dog say to the octopus?
I like bones.
Get it? ‘Cause he’s a dog?
Laugh, or I’ll read you the limerick again…
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Would You Consider Him To Be A Jerk?
There once was a poet from Newark
Who never finished his work.
Even though it’d be easy
He was just that cheesy.
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Saturday
I’ve done nothing productive all day
And that won’t stop now, ok?
Please don’t make me do stuff.
“Not at all” is enough
And I’d love if you all went away.
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Investment Analysis
There once was a CPA
Who managed my 401(K).
They said unto me
That a 403(B)
Would be better. Why? IDFK
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Ballad Of The First Dude In The Epic War Sequence Who Gets Shot And Falls From A High Place Just Before The Soundtrack Starts
There once was a warrior from Lo
Who’d a habit of stubbing his toe.
He could not help but feel
‘Twas his Achilles heel…
But nope! He died by arrow.
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Career Limitations
There was a race car driver from Leyte
Who suffered a terrible plight:
He was the world’s best
But for one crucial test:
He only knew how to turn right.
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Your Nightly 90’s Nostalgia
There once was a hand made of goo
That up at the ceiling you threw.
Then it would go “plop”
And eventually drop
And then you’d repeat that. Woo hoo!
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Getting Dressed
There once was a skirt from Jerusalem
That wanted to grow its vertical some.
It tried adding a shirt
But it turns out the skirt
Might have needed a dress rehearsal., hm?
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The Daily Travesty 