Limericks!

[HomerPindar]

And why not?!?!

There once was a man from Spokain,
Who screamed out MOTHER whenever he came
his wife filled with dread
their first time in bed
now sex just isn't the same

HomerPindar

 

[Rybka]

And why not?!?!

There once was a man from Spokain,
Who screamed out MOTHER whenever he came
his wife filled with dread
their first time in bed
now sex just isn't the same

HomerPindar

C'mon Homer. "Spokain" and "came"" In a limerick, Where metre and rhyme are everything? You can't get away with that. - Use an atlas or something, please!
By the way, isn't it "Spokane"?
Darn it man, don't professors require proper spelling and grammar anymore??


Regards,                                 Rybka

 

[HomerPindar]

Beats me, Rybka, none of my professors would take limericks in the first place...

Yeah yeah, it was slopy, but fun...

HomerPindar

 

[Angeline]

Pick a Peck of Limericks

Sometimes I forgets and misspellz.
Does that sound the chimes of death knellz?
I'm a poet; I ain't
a grammarian saint,
and, sadly, illiteracy sellz.
____________________________

(One for the bike tire repairman, lol)

There was a poet on a bike,
Who while riding rolled over a spike.
When he looked twixt his legs,
All he saw were the dregs
Of his tire spread over the pike.
____________________________

My post-Modernist had a wish
To cast his lot in with some fish,
His piscatorial vacation
Allowed trout molestation,
Although wind and mud aren't his dish.

So off then we'll amble to tub,
For a Lush bath and soothing back rub.
We'll hang Do Not Disturbs,
Whilst we conjugate verbs
or whatever we conjugate as we scrub.
____________________________

There was a young poet from Porto
Who cheered for her favorite sporto.
When she saw her team win,
She put up such a din
That I thought I was going to morto.
____________________________

With nary an excess of post
He's become a most affable host
He's thermodynamic,
His mind's panoramic,
(but cheap champagne makes for bad toast).

 

[HomerPindar]

Hahaha

Now, that should get OT's attention, as I recall him mentioning he liked limericks...

There once was a man with a flaw
in thinking about sex in all he saw
until one day
to his dismay
he could think of nothing else at all

HomerPindar

 

[biggbear8]

Re: Hahaha

Now, that should get OT's attention, as I recall him mentioning he liked limericks...

There once was a man with a flaw
in thinking about sex in all he saw
until one day
to his dismay
he could think of nothing else at all

HomerPindar

here was a man named homer
writing limericks he was a gomer
he has wit
he not a twit
this could be a misnomer


lines 1.2.5. all rhyme lines 3 , 4 rhyme
and you can make up words


angeline a lady so fine
her nipples tase like wine
her cum was a delight
she screamed all night
and wanted to know where the twine

 

[biggbear8]

angeline a poet quite fair
wrote her verses with flair
when she'd hit a bump
she would sit on a stump
and sigh i dont care

 

[biggbear8]

Whispered words that excite and delight,
Soulful glances exchanged in the night;
Ardent tasting divine,
Drinking love in like wine,
Three kisses high passion ignite.

A hot August night made for love,
Bright moon and the stars up above;
Seawater waits calm,
Neither lover a qualm,
Lovely moments that poets write of.

just a couple of romantic ones for all of you

 

[OT]

Re: Pick a Peck of Limericks

(One for the bike tire repairman, lol)

There was a poet on a bike,
Who while riding rolled over a spike.
When he looked twixt his legs,
All he saw were the dregs
Of his tire spread over the pike.

'twas a relaxing day on my bike
'til my tire ran over that spike
to rehabilitate it
I had to patch then inflate it
I'd still rather pedal then hike!

 

[Guest]

I try very hard to write verse
But my efforts produce worse amd worse
Poems that stink,
Will never see ink.
It's my burden, my kismet, my curse.

 

[biggbear8]

I try very hard to write verse
But my efforts produce worse amd worse
Poems that stink,
Will never see ink.
It's my burden, my kismet, my curse.

quilty pleasure write whats your heart is saying
and in your soul with all attention paying
you can never go astray
if you go that way
and the words you will be a laying


write what your hearts telling you
and in no time you well have a few
work on ur verses
and they wont get worse
as long as its what you want it to do

 

[Guest]

Biggbear is most kind in his post
Persuading me that I'm not toast.
But still I am shy
I can't tell you why.
I'm timid and don't like to boast.


TY BB

 

[biggbear8]

Biggbear is most kind in his post
Persuading me that I'm not toast.
But still I am shy
I can't tell you why.
I'm timid and don't like to boast.


TY BB

a beautiful little lass as you
doesnt have to boast thats true
you full of grace
when ur covered in lace
and in everything you do


guilty pleasure i cant believe you shy
because im sort of a shy guy
i think ur fine
better then a bottle of fancy wine
and wish dinner for you i could buy


but keep writing ur seductive words
whether it be about the bees or birds
love seem so right
a poem you should write
using some erotic words

 

[Guest]

It's time for a new kind of rhyme.
One that we all find sublime.
But tastes vary so,
It's subjective, you know.,
Bad odes are a hundred a dime.


Bad ode makes me think of a stink.
A stink that is not what you think.
It's the sharing of thought
That's carelessly wrought
And presented as something succinct.

 

[Rybka]

Shinola Jawa - (with respect)

There was a math man who was Polish
Whose views some wished to abolish
Some thought him a shit
Not Shinola a bit
'cause he couldn't tell Polish from polish