Tag Archives: Limerick

That’s Why They Have You Beet…

There once were some people with torches

Who sat upon their front porches

And cried “People with pitchforks

“Are evil and rich dorks”

While the real evil people ate bortsch.

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A Limerick Reflecting On Labor And One’s Ephemeral Separation Therefrom On The Occasion Of A Holiday

There once was a break in my work

When I didn’t have to go to work

And my days had no work

And the absence of work

Was accentuated by not going to work.

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Ode To Brian Thompson

There was an insurance exec

Who got shot in the street. What the heck?

But instead of mass fear

Folks just let out a cheer,

Now relieved of one pain in the neck.

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This Is How Video Games Ask “WTF?”

You’d not saved your game in a while

So I made you an autosaved file

Yet as hard as I slaved

You still manually saved

As if I harbored some sort of guile?

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Do I Get A Silver Medal?

I thought ahead this Wednesday

And wrote before bed this Wednesday,

But alas lacked the foresight

To give myself more night

To think of a good rhyme for “Wednesday”.

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Identification Complete

There once was a UFO

That crashed in New Mexico.

People there made contact

And now it’s a fact

That it’s now nothing more than an O.

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Does That Make Me A Hipster?

We’ve invented machines to play games

That run at 60 frames

Every second, but I

Prefer to play my

Pinball machine with the flames.

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If At First You Don’t Succeed…

There twice was an unlikeable chick

Who expressed her detractors were “Ick”.

She lost to a man

With a very fake tan

And I’m not opposed to the schtick.

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Glue: Origins

There once was a dude so tough

That he grabbed a horse by the scruff

And then used extreme heat

To melt horsey’s feet

Just so he could stick paper to stuff.

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When You’re Sick Of Moderation, So You Let The CCP Do It For You

Have you heard about Tiananmen Square?

Well, in case you weren’t aware

China did some bad stuff.

I hope this limerick’s enough

To get Chinese spammers out of my hair.

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