This is one of my first attempts at a limerick. It’s for a colleague and while it’s a little amateurish. I find it amusing enough for it to go up here.
So without further ado, enjoy the limerick. I call it:
An Ode to the Hardy and Hirsute
Like the cavalry, he Come’s in late
never complains about the hate
but nothing could ever sate
his growing lust for his plate.
Finally got a woman to date
Can his lust for his plate
be put to rest? Now, With a Woman on his plate
I believe nobody will ever hate.
And to him I’d like to wish
something more than a chicken tikka dish
for a man with no wish
deserves more than just a Happy Birthday Kitsch
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and here i thought you would blog about your eventful weekend !
you had an eventful weekend? tell me, tell me… is that why you are referring to alcohol poisoning? for “verse” 01 it’s not too bad. but limericks have 5 lines – 2 short, 2 longer and then 1 short again! however, maybe you should write jingles?
Pfft…
:( Regret to say that’s not a limerick…
So I haven’t left a comment in a while but Couldn’t help but leave a post to tell you that’s not a limmerick ;-)
Here’s one I found on Wiki! haha
The limerick packs laughs anatomical
In space that is quite economical,
But the good ones I’ve seen
So seldom are clean,
And the clean ones so seldom are comical
Quite… and that sums it up – more or less…
A Limerick is five lines per verse (usually, if not always) and the rhyme is: a a b b a
Witness a famous one:
There was a lady from Liger
Who smiled as she rode on a tiger
They returned from the ride
With the lady inside
And the smile on the face of the tiger
- Sincerely, Popatlal
Update.
WRITE A NEW POST YOU FOOL