Limericks!!! :D

i'm like obsessed w/ limericks now!!! here's some that i wrote these past few weeks:

This music is stuck in my head

And this can be safely said

That there's no doubt

I can't get it out

Cuz my brain was poisoned by lead!

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There once was a man of haikus

Who never, ever would choose

To write a limerick

Cuz it made him sick

And he'd have to write poems bout the blues.

Back to the man of haikus.

This man did not like bad news.

He read bout trains crashing

With people all dashing

And continued his poem on the blues.

Once more on the man of haikus.

He didn't like pink tennis shoes.

He stole someone's sandals

And started some scandals 

And the plaintiff, well, she sues.

Last time on the man of haikus.

His reasonings on crime might amuse.

"The shoes were my wife's.

She gave me much strife

And she causes my infamous blues.

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There once was the grand Mr. Piwetz.

He conducted our band, we knew-etz.

He was very large 

And very in charge

And forget that? He never let you-etz.

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This math quiz is ever so sour.

To stop it, wish I had the power.

But I can't escape math

And now it hath

Been twenty and ninety two hours.

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Old.

Mold.

Freezing.

Teasing.

Cold.

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Ugh, I feel so sick.

I wish I had a trick

To make me feel sunny

So I may hop like a bunny

But grrr, my candy I lick.

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Dear Ms. Rybicki,

I'll miss you cuz, well, you see

You said "like" was fine

Til review game time

And hearts, you said draw with glee.

You always were crazy and fun

And you always let the girls won.

Cept on that final day

The boys swept us away

And they bask in the glorious sun.

Now I wish I had the knowing

Of if the sun will be showing.

When we blast off Coke

Upon all us folk,

We want to see what we are blowing.

You were always so kind and awesome.

Way cooler than a purple striped possum.

Other teachers, you'd pwn

But now we all groan

Cuz we won't see you with a blossom.

You wanted to teach us chemistry.

But it's okay, believe me

Cuz I would have stunk

And we'd be sunk

And you just might have gone more crazy.

Today, I'll always remember.

A roasting day in December.

With my head on your shoulder

And in the shape of a boulder, 

We all formed a hug as Day's ender.

The music was your only feature

I saw as a seventh grade creature.

But I won't lie

And I'm still not sure why

But I prayed you'd be my teacher.

To meet you, I'd wish my mother, 

My father, sister, and brother.

Cuz Ms. Birdman seems nice

But you'll always be twice

As better than any other.

I hope I didn't make you cry

Cuz that'd make me sob and sigh.

I can't give you enough thanks

But now, you've skipped all the ranks

Straight to best teacher. Love, I