Tomorrow’s a day of new life,
Promising Earth without strife
Then we hide unborn fowls
And add weight to our jowls
Then we eat the mascots with a knife.
Tag Archives: Limerick
Modern Presidents
There once was a democracy
Of half a billion, plus me.
The others said no,
But I said yes, so
You are my slaves. Hee hee hee.
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Assault? Blacklist Him! Sex Slavery? Let’s Let Him Slide Quietly Out Of The Public Eye (Yay Hollywood)
There once was an actor named Will
Who was punished for slapping, until
He thought “I’ll never be arrested
“If they knew I molested
“And trafficked minors for capitol hill!”
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The Whole World Is Just The WWE Now, But Without The Clever Storylines
There once was a woman whose hair
Was, due to alopecia, not there.
One guy smacked a comic
And I find it ironic
That anyone still seems to care.
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Frickin’ Chicken And The Lack Of Ambition?
There once was a chicken from Spain
Who was in a whole lot of pain.
I said to him, “Yo yo!
“‘Sup, suffering pollo?”
He said “Puckaw” with disdain.
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Apple: Unreasonable Prices For Overrated Perks Since Day 8
There once was a serpent, who hissed
“Hey woman, don’t you feel pissed?
“Here’s some fruit; have a bite!”
And the girl said, “Alright”
And now the world’s all like… well, this!
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Leaving Something To The Imagination?
There once was a Florida man
Who owned a white messenger van.
You can picture I bet
How weird that could get
And we didn’t even mention his tan…
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A Lousy Ending To A Legend, And This Poem
There once was a QB named Russell
Who out of Seattle did hustle.
So now I’m stuck
‘Cause the phrase “Now we suck”
In no way or shape rhymes with Russell.
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This Poem Will Never Age
There once was a televised speech
Made by a corrupt human leech.
He said lots of stuff
But not nearly enough
To justify gross overreach.
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The Daily Travesty 