Tag Archives: Limerick

Plane And Simple

While early birds may get the worm

Another truth may make you squirm:

Early birds often get

Sucked into a jet

And thus, to sleep late, I affirm.

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Debate Limerick, 2024

There once was a were roses were blue

Or they were red, but they can be that too

And they went oh gone by the thing

And the… he’s a bad flower and I’m king

And we beat medicare and covid is a jew.

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Still Better Than Poetry

I applied for a new job today

With better benefits and pay.

It’s that eel that pops out

From a rock, looks about,

And goes back inside 10,000 times a day.

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Rare Steak: Origins

Once, a guy ordered a steak

But the chef’s credentials were fake.

He said “Blood means its yummy.

“Raw is good for your tummy.”

And now that’s just what people make.

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The Only Difference Is One Candidate Was Convicted

There once was a hush-money trial

That went on for quite a while.

The jury used their melon

And decided he’s a felon

But he’ll still win votes with a smile.

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But They Gave You Two Choices!

Once some Spartans got bored

And one of them grabbed a sword.

They said “We can stab you

“Or instead spear you too”

And thus democracy was restored.

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Sort Of A Sh**y Contract…

There once was an immortal deity

Who in a moment of gaiety

Said “Make them eat every day

“And then poop it away”

And angels sighed and said “So may it be.”

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What Was His Angle?

There once was a man born in Samos

Whose math teacher told him to vamoose.

He said “Bitch, I’m Pythagoras!”

Then proceeded to stagger us

With the theorem to measure a hypotenuse.

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My Sanctuary City Poem

Una vez hubo un copo de nieve cerca de ti.
Podrían ser homosexuales o judíos.
Envíales esta publicación
Como un asado sutil
Porque eso es lo que te pedí que hicieras.

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The Whistleblower’s Poem

There once was a worker from Spain

Who manufactured a plane.

He said “This door’s for Boeing.

“Please don’t ask why it’s glowing.”

They said “Sure”, and then cut the cocaine.

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