Limericks.

As a few unfortunate people have discovered in their usernotes, I have suddenly become all limericky! Not even good, but whatever. A limerick's a limerick.

Sooo...I want to hear other people's attempts, and thought "What better a way, than making a pointless competition out of it?"

So I did. The aim. Post a limerick. At some point, I'll decide who's the best and you will win nothing of any value or importance. Sound good? Alright...

GO!

Give me a subject! You know I'll win ;)

The amount of competitions is driving me crazy.

Are you sure this isn't a zombie thread?

Decessus, you can write one about zombies if you like. :bigsmile:
Alive-Man: write a limerick about how it's driving you crazy!
Rantzien: You could easily write one about your love for me :love:





All my threads suck LOLOLOLOLOL.

Oh my dear little Quin
Seems this forum you're in
approves not of this thread
but I hope it'll stay dead
and you'll marry me if i win!

I'll marry you even if you don't :love:

OK...I have one entry....keep em coming(?)

There once was a young man called Paul
Who turned out to be very tall
So he stood on a rock
And all were in shock
When the moon from the sky he did haul

;)

What's a limerick?

An Irish city. And also: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerick_%28poetry%29

I wrote this for rubah and Hsu, but:

Scottish Mafia (Your Brothers are Protective)
Sinking quickly down Lethe
Hit bottom and hit reef
I like bubbles
Dislike drowning
Cement shoes, what's our beef?

There once was a man from New York
Who really loved to eat pork.
Sadly, he died.
Lots of folks cried.
Turns out he choked on the fork!

a man in the port on the dock
had trouble in opening a lock
it turns out his key
was a bit too wee
it was normally used for a clock

I can't think of any limericks
Whenever I try nothing ticks
All night I will weep
Cry myself to sleep
I've decided to end this with bricks

There once was a man from Nantucket. How's that end?

A man, a hare and a chair.

Greetings, all, have a seat!
Now I'll tell you a story that's neat.
It's the tale of a bunny
who thought he was funny
(quite a displeasure to meet).

I once stood up on a chair
when soon came along a small hare.
he looked at me strangely
and went on to ask me
"the hell are you doing up there?"

"Why hello dear bunny" said I.
"I'm trying to reach for the sky.
If I can reach it,
then I can eat it,
that big yellow pie that I spy."

He looked at me, stunned, and he said,
"dear sir, what is wrong with your head?
That there is no pie;
if you eat it you'll fry,
and then you will end up quite dead."

"Not a pie?" I said to the hare,
"Then what, pray tell, is up there?"
"Oh, dear fellow," he said,
"Are you daft in the head?"
My dear sir, that's the Sun! I declare!"

He looked at me, scratching his head,
So I got off the chair and I said,
"My dear little bunny,
I don't see what's so funny!"
And I smacked him upside his head.

"There's no need to be so barbaric!"
he said, as he looked at my stick.
'Twas the last thing he said,
as he found himself dead
and our chat sure was over real quick.

And now that there's nobody there,
I got back up on the chair.
I still reach towards the sky
(I long for that pie)
And one day I'll eat it, I swear!