Tag Archives: Limerick

A New Perspective

I’ve started to think of ads

As memes from strangers’ dads

About brands I don’t know

And that makes me feel so

Much less like I’ve been punched in the ‘nads.

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It’s An Important Step!

There once was a griller from Harding

Who didn’t click his tongs twice before starting.

What happened next makes

Hiroshima seem low-stakes

And now God’s set the world a’ restarting.

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Shakespeare 101

Once in fair Europe two men

Were squabbling comedically when

The audience got bored

So they pulled out a seord

And everyone dies in the end.

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The 30-Second Poetry Special

A poet once went on a break

Which turned out to be a mistake

‘Cause he hurried to finish

His limerick, diminish

Ing his perfect lyrical break.

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Perspectives

There was a competitive game

Where everyone’s setup’s the same.

The winners opined

“This game’s well-designed”

But the loser opined, “No, it’s lame.”

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Orange Man And Red Riding Hood Friends Now

There once was a big evil wolf

Who sought a young girl to engulf.

He put on Grandma’s dress

And caused major distress.

Now he’s banned from America’s gulf.

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We Lost… But So Did The Chiefs. I’ll Take It!

So super bowl 59…

I guess you’d describe it as “fine”.

Lo, the history tomes

Yearned for Patrick Mahomes

But the script picked the alt storyline.

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I Wrote The First Line… But I Ain’t No Quitter

There once was a form called the FAFSA

Which asked for my tax info. Laughs, ya?

Then my wife had to say

That yes, I did pay,

All to get zero money. That’s a gaffe-sa!

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Where Do You See Yourself In 50 Years?

In the year 2075

I’ll be watching Star Wars 25

With my grandkid, Skibidaura

And sentient Venusian flora

And I’ll wonder why I’m still alive.

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The End Of An Era

There once was a puppet named Joe

And what he did he doesn’t know.

Tomorrow he leaves

And while blue-hair girl grieves

We’ll welcome back orange MAGA bro.

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