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
