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Yet you standby without engaging,
While the war is duly aging,
Whilst you are ridiculed,
Your, "Jokes", and riddles drooled,
As I wait for the attack you're staging.
As for women, you're quite off rhythm then,
And I'm sure they'd dislike your ditherin',
Or your base resort,
To the shirky sort,
Of offense to my verbal slitherin'
NICE!!Quote:
Originally Posted by Beirut
My writing hand is quaking with fear. You offer is clearly not one to be trifled with.
:surrender2:
Quote:
Originally Posted by TinCow
I believe that was my post,
It was nothing like the coast,
I suck at Rhyming and Limericks,
So I'll just end this now,
Refrigorator.
What happened to my beautiful house?
And Beirut, the bumbling grouse?
For I put out another,
Rhyme to be covered,
But the flame of this thread has been doused.
The problem with such a short ditty
Is it requires one not to be witty
But simply of good cheer
Such as brought on by beer
Just a literary Walter Mitty
(Oh Ka-Ching! 3 points to the dog for the ending on that one!) :applause:
Don't you dare applaud yourself,
And your, "Ditties", I constantly shelf,
You've improved, I know,
But there's no need for show,
Or may you be smitten by Delph-
Oh!
Wait I can think of a second,
Of any subject to be reckoned,
To write five lines,
With a few clever rhymes,
Then give it a quirky check - and..
There once was a girl over Burma,
Who was heading for Terra Firma,
How she got there, who knows?
But when she hit, I s'pose,
Nobody could really confirm her.
*****
Oh dear, that was gruesome and terrible!
I have to pay more attention to this thread!
I hope my failure convinces others to try.
There once was a man from peru,
who drempt he was eating his shoe,
He awoke with a fright,
To find that his dream had come true.
(yes I know I'm not creative)
There once was a man from peru,
who drempt he was eating his shoe,
He awoke with a fright,
and startiling delight,
To find that his dream had come true.
(yes I know I'm not creative)(disregard top one I thought of a way to make it better)
Heh. That was actually pretty good. It got a good chuckle out of me. :laugh4:Quote:
Originally Posted by Jkarinen
Thanks but I stole it. or atleast I think I did. I remember I've heard it before but not where.
That limerick was copied, I know it,
Heard too many times to show it,
Can't you think of a new,
Man from Peru?
Or is Beirut the sole competent poet?
Ha ha ha, I love making them up like this! I learnt to do so on the run in this thread as a matter of fact..
I knew of a lad from Novato,
With a brain soft as a tomato,
He couldn't think of a verse,
So he left to rehearse,
Down the club with his shiny stillatos.
(I think that's the right spelling... High-heeled shoes in any case. Ha!)
stilettosQuote:
Originally Posted by Glenn
Improvise!
These aren't my card,Quote:
Originally Posted by Glenn
Limericks are hard,
as you can tell I aint no bard,
But I'll try a hand or two,
Hoping for a tip or three
Oh lad I'm so glad ye asked!
For I thought this were lost in the past!
A tip you'll receive,
You are my Eleve,
Come and fight in my house of glass!
You shall require vocabulary,
Of a size undoubtedly scary,
Then think in the beat,
Of the Limerick sweet,
And write of a Jill or a Mary.
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A mate of mine, Jed, was a waiter,
Who once fought an alligator,
Well that was a lie,
But it caught your eye,
I'll think of a true one later..
My vocab is quite large,
Like a barge, used to describe,
A large craft,
With no propulsion to its own.
The above sucks quite much,
and from two weeks is way to much,
for that is how long,
it took me to pong,
The right words into place.
(yes it really took me about two weeks to come up with that but heres one I accidently came up when TosaInu edited my post)
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But here is my reply,
Its almost as big as to die,
TosaInu the admin editing the post,
never did think he'd check this host.
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(ehhh still dont have the ability to edit i noticed a mistake in the above. I meant that my request for help took two weeks to come up with, the other stuff was just kind of there on the spot.)
My post as you say,
Do not like to play,
I prefer to stay,
Poems are ment to be in the fray.
(>9000 points for ending each on in ay.)
The points don't mean anything,
Just there for Jesting,
Like that one show,
Whos line is it anyway?
yet again my ability to edit hinders my works to make it look as though I am hogging...
Redo:
The points don't mean anything,
Just there for a jest of things,
Like that one show,
Whos line is it anyway?
Add:
I want this to live,
I find it quite fun,
I'm just hoping beruit,
Will show me a pun.
I suggest that you learn how to edit!
We admit that you have little credit,
But I invite you to jest,
In any style you'd request,
But not a limerick, by god, I would dread it!
As for the governing axe,
His poem structure rather lacks,
So full of hot air,
It seems I swear,
His heart is but withering flax.
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You know that mate of mine, Jed?
Well this morning I found him dead,
Smit with ego he saw,
What I wrote on the board,
And little else needs to be said!
:laugh4:
"So full of hot air"