There once was a poet named Jim Rick
Who never could finish a limerick.
He put his mind to it
But every time blew it.
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Limerick Apparel
A cop from Detroit had a tazer
That he hid underneath his blazer.
He was good in a fight
Until one dark night
When he was killed by a guy with a laser.
There once was a man from Currant
Who gave trousers as gifts to his Aunt.
The pants tore in half,
And he ran like a calf,
But in the end he gave only one pant.
There once was a lady from Maying
Who wore yoga pants that were fraying.
To me it did behoove
That I saw the lips move
But I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
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Apathy
I wrote a limerick for you
About apathy, but I didn’t care to
Post it today
So in my quite lazy way
I’m not posting it here, so boo hoo.
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Limerick Adam and Eve
There once was a man from Junyper
Whose name was, in fact, Peter Piper.
He picked peppers one day,
In a tongue tying way,
And played tediously with a viper.
The viper mistook him as female,
And read aloud an old chain email.
“Eat the apple,” it said,
“‘Cause it’s temptingly red.”
So he did, and this line rhymes with Shemale.
Pete took apples back home to Eve,
Who was flirting with some guy named Steve.
Pete’s named changed to Adam.
Steve took a swing at ’em,
So Adam decided to leave.
Thus Eve never ate up the apple,
And she and Steve shared lemon Snapple.
So ask preacher man
As soon as you can
To read this bad poem at chapel.
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