We saw her first at the Star Wars cantina
Her stockings captivated us all with their sheen-a
Sy Snootles admired her own chesty terrain
‘Til she was no longer master of her domain
As a bartender the only drink she knows is scotch and Aquafina
A hilariously hacked modest Web site
Gave he who uses jazz hands quite a fright
“Will they ever again believe that I have a love jones
From someone who doesn’t have a pair of cajones?”
Lives his life terrified that his secret will finally come to light
Pacman just got suspended for a year
Simply for living up to being a Mountaineer
Really, it’s from Las Vegas that he should be banned
Now he’s got more time to make it rain in the desert sand
Thug’s lucky he’s not in the joint trying to protect his rear
Kurt Vonnegut, may you rest in peace
“Slaughterhouse Five” was unquestionably a masterpiece
He wrote about the pointlessness of war
In a way that was anything but a boor
And he had a ‘stache that inspired Ken to make shaving cease
Actually taking me to Chili’s for my farewell lunch
I love their Farewell Vogie Hoagie quite a bunch
Hope for a waiter like Brian with lots of flair
Maybe order the Laid-Off Vogelsburger, extra rare
It’s going to be great unintentional comedy, I have a hunch
Limer-inks
Limerick Friday I
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Limerick Friday VI
Limerick Friday VII
Best of … Limerick Friday
Limerick Friday IX
Limerick Friday X
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Limerick Friday XIV
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Limerick Friday XVI
Limerick Friday XVII
Limerick Friday XVIII
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Limerick Friday XXV
Limerick Friday XXVI
11 comments:
Scoogle is lost in the big City
Ended up at Score's lookin @ Titties
Thomas at Schea
Casie at a Broadway Play
Bunch-o punks in the Big Apple doing SES with P. Diddy
Limerick Friday has become a joke
whatever happened to good old limerick friday?,
it has all but gone away,
oh hell no it will not leave,
i'll write limericks until my hands bleed,
or at least until anonymous admits he's gay.
After nearly 15 years of fried foods and beer
My blood test made the Doc say "oh dear"
Now i have to stop being a lush
Before my heart turns to mush
And a heart attack i should fear
Evan has a friend who plays hoops
His breath smells worse than my poops
He calls every foul
Give him a nudge and hear him howl
If he was in Special Forces, then i invented Fruit Loops
Casie is stuck in a rut
No posts in weeks from that nut
Or maybe she's in a port-o-john
Happily getting her freak on
Put down TP so the gross plastic doesn't touch your butt
Scooter has no job
Brandow is a Triglyceride blob
I have a brisket on the smoker
Has Will found anyone to let him poke-her?
I'll be in the Red White game mob!
Last day of work for the Dolphin's fan
If i know him he'll be working on his tan
Or writing reviews of shows
I'm not even sure why he goes
When he can just copy and paste from a paper in San Fran
Scoogles is a nappy-headed ho
He's in NY feeling the flow
Word is he hooked up with Jenny
Between two rolls he found a penny
She gave him a Cleavland steamer to end her show
Will thinks Im gay, that's rich
Everyone knows that he's Zhao's bitch
You touch yourself where you peed
That's what makes your hands bleed
Literace will meet you at Legends when you get the itch
Evan taunting Brent about brisket
Brent dreaming of a Bojangles biscuit
Casie bitter in the Boston cold
Will quiet as he cleans the bachelor pad of mold
Anonymous loves Will but doesn't know if he should risk it
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