Lite Limericks For Fun

My cat, once a hit man for hire Caught mice with a burning desire, But now that she’s fat Both the mouse and the rat Eat cheese and sing songs by the fire My dog is a singing sensation I detest this beyond moderation He takes pride and delight Howling into the night While I cover my ears in vexation. Quite drowsy, eyes heavy as lead, I heard noises that filled me with dread, My eyes flashing wild, I screamed like a child, Woke up and fell out of my bed I met a cute girl by the bay, She smiled as if wanting to play, I called her “good lookin” And asked her “whats cookin?” “Its burnt!” she said walking away Michael’s death left the world in a trance, As I asked a young girl for a dance, Being plastered on scotch I spun, grabbed my crotch Now I sing lonely blues of romance.

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My muse can be unseemly and nomadic although she fancies meter and good rhyme, her diligence and output are sporadic, and some may say she’s moving past her prime. At times she’s off consorting with the sages reflecting on existence, as it were, At...

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