A new member in The Frontroom did write
A thread of limericks with humour quite tight
But the thread won't last long
If it obsseses on shlong
T'will be deletion with naught left in sight
A new member in The Frontroom did write
A thread of limericks with humour quite tight
But the thread won't last long
If it obsseses on shlong
T'will be deletion with naught left in sight
Unto each good man a good dog
An axe swinging tree killer called Beirut,
a guy I never quite fully understood,
is however the mod
made by Tosa, our God.
Guess I'll say that his limerick was good.
No offence big guy, just the only thing I could come up with.
A verse dripping with sarcasm,
Spewed from the mouth of a dark chasm,
Well I can't ignore it,
So you'd best withdraw it,
And desist from your verbal stark spasms
:p I'm starting to like you.
Tell us who do you speak of dear Glenn
When you limericked in that post way back when
You spoke of sarchasm
That came from a spasm
And it drove you right over the bend
Unto each good man a good dog
The frontroom sat there quietly and watched
As two grown men pulled out the stops
I sat back with a snicker
As the toddlers bickered
And opened up a new bottle of scotch
Ha funny![]()
Last edited by TruePraetorian; 01-20-2008 at 19:48.
The Gods envy us.
They envy us because we are mortal, because any moment might be our last.
Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed.
You will never be lovlier than you are now.
We will never be here again.
Beirut,
You know very well who I censured,
But I do wish others would venture,
To write of their mothers,
Or lovers, or brothers,
For the sake of my Limerick tenure.
Therefore, in the eyes of all,
This cannot be personal,
Write me a riddle,
Of a man from Al Weidl,
Or Jeddah, or Georgia, or Gaul.
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