Write Our Own Limericks: V4

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If it's cold, give it a cozy
Or rub it 'til it's pink and rosy
A few rapid strokes
Happy endings, folks!
He'll soon be crying 'here he blows-ee!'
 
If it's cold, give it a cozy
Or rub it 'til it's pink and rosy
A few rapid strokes
Will soon help to coax
A 'splosion, and might scream "oh no-zee!"
 
BR's not rhyming well tonight
Me neither, my one was shite
Maybe they will get better
 
BR's not rhyming well tonight
Me neither, my one was shite
Maybe they'll better
Get ladies wetter
And make their Poetry out of Sight
 
Don't fret! We've still got rhythm, wee.
We can still rhyme with the best, see
 
:D

Don't fret! We've still got rhythm, wee.
We can still rhyme with the best, see
BR saved the day
 
Don't fret! We've still got rhythm, wee.
We can still rhyme with the best, see
BR saved the day
He does like to play :D
 
Don't fret! We've still got rhythm, wee.
We can still rhyme with the best, see
BR saved the day
He does like to play
The Mojo's back for both, Glee. :D
 
Super Bowl made the Pats fan damp.
She smelled just like a super tramp
But their deflated balls
 
Super Bowl made the Pats fan damp.
She smelled just like a super tramp
But their deflated balls
Drew nasty cat calls
 
Super Bowl made the Pats fan damp.
She smelled just like a super tramp
But their deflated balls
Drew nasty cat calls
All in writing, which led to hand cramps
 
The 'Northern Lights' are upside down
You'll never see them, lest you leave that town
My mum made me lunch
 
The 'Northern Lights' are upside down
You'll never see them, lest you leave that town
My mum made me lunch
Her lamb packs a punch
 
The 'Northern Lights' are upside down
You'll never see them, lest you leave that town
My mum made me lunch
Hand of God for brunch
 
The 'Northern Lights' are upside down
You'll never see them, lest you leave that town
My mum made me lunch
Hand of God for brunch
The Borealisest Aurora around?

:p
 
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