Needed some absurdity in my life hence I went about composing limericks, so here goes:
Bubba
Their lived a guy called Bubba
In the city of Aruba,
He loved to waltz’s
But didn’t have the balls
As he was named Hubba Bubba
The mean Cockatoo
A great mean white cockatoo,
flew the skies of Timbuktu.
He would swear with vigor and malice,
at the Swallows, eagles and the pionus.
But to his despair,
with a style decidedly debonair,
they called him a preposterous nincompoo!!!
The boy and the girl
(warning: content slightly risqué)
A boy decidedly handsome
looked for love and then some.
Till a girl unabashedly beautiful,
caught him with a tug and a pull.
They wedded and bedded,
and had kids cute and chubby.
Hence the couple was supremely satiated
living their life as wife and hubby.
The best advice I found to write a limerick was by a certain Alan Reber by means of a well...limerick!!!!
The limerick is furtive and mean
You must keep her in close quarantine
Or she sneaks to the slums
And promptly becomes
Disorderly, drunk and obscene.
To learn more about limerickis check out Wikipedia
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13 comments:
Lol,
Limericks are great, I’ll attest,
To pep you up when you are stressed
And as an escapist tool
Its every bit quite as cool
As your marathon nocturnal cook-fest!
ohhh!!! you are but a natural, love your limerick. Move aside Alan Reber will take tips from errol owl on limerick writing skills!!!
You say its not too hot in the sun
But the temperature is 101
Thats not a temperature,
Thats a highway, I say
thats the highway that takes me to LA
Rekha for somebody who made this up in like two seconds based on the conversation we were having, its really great.
Ok, somebody make me get back to work .... I haven't done a single useful thing all day....
The saga of the shoe:
David slipped in a brook at Telluride
"Fudge! my shoe is all wet now!" he cried
"Relax Dude" Sanchi said,
"Just toast it with the bread,
But would you like that with fries on the side?"
Limerick O limerick, why hast thou made her a maverick
She writeth her verses; she posteth them on her blog
Not satisfied, she maketh people write their own limerick
Just to get them to post their's on her blog
That I've written one is your own fault O maverick limerick!!!
Rachel, my dear, where is your tape and pencil?
Shouldn't you be at the terminal,
Measuring a column or a conveyor?
What are you doing at your computer,
Sipping Pepsi and churning out stuff nonsensical?
Oh, where's my baloney?
That last limerick, she morphs quite a bit,
She doesn't stay long as she's writ
Someone took out the baloney,
(True, it seemed somewhat phony)...
Ah I know what! That Homer, he ate it!
Response to ErrolOwl's "Oh Where's My Baloney":
He Ate It With A Vengeance:
Homer thought it wasn't funny
That it rhymed wrong with baloney
With a sandwich he solved the riddle
He placed the baloney in the middle
On either side a piece of sanchi's bread and honey
To King David and Errol Owl:
Oh see how they joust
Neither of them can be oust
For a referee miss’eth to call fowl
To the limerick war
of King David and Errol Owl
To dearest Manoushka thank you for the fabulous lunch
I have a friend named Manoush
Who has a brother called Souroush
We ditched him for lunch
And left him in a crunch
But oh what fun I had with Manoush
I once knew a crab who was cribby
Her limericks were really quite ribby
Her readers were smitten
By all that she'd written
Believe me I'm tellin' no fibby
Bill o-th'hill
poor Souroush
Hey Bill I cant stop giggling over that one, very cute!!! Believe me I'm tellin' no fibby either...
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