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Sun 10 Nov, 2002 11:41 am
This idea transferred from aBuzz
(Which isn't the place that it was)
Jose Cuervo's creation
Deserves an ovation
Is at Able2Know just because.
Okay, for those of you who don't know this little game from the aformentioned vast wasteland, back when it was young and fun...
Limericks by commitee. add one or two lines to the on-going limerick. If you finish the limerick (you know... add the fifth line) start the next.
Okay?
Let's begin with
When posting on Able2Know...
When posting on Able2Know
The site is fast and not slow
When posting on Able2Know,
The site is fast and not slow,
The people are sweet,
Friends we here meet,
When posting on Able2Know,
The site is fast and not slow,
The people are sweet,
Friends we here meet,
So c'mon let the limericks flow...
There once was a poet named Poe
There once was a poet named Poe
He wrote, as you know, 'bout a crow
There once was a poet named Poe
He worte, as you know, 'bout a crow
With enormous round head
(And I've read that he's dead)
There once was a poet named Poe
He worte, as you know, 'bout a crow
With enormous round head
(And I've read that he's dead--
By a cat who pounced from below.)
This was a very cynical feline,
Who, spotting the crow, made a beeline . . .
This was a very cynical feline,
Who, spotting the crow, made a beeline . . .
She slunk and she slinked
She blunk and she blinked
This was a very cynical feline,
Who, spotting the crow, made a beeling...
She slunk and she slinked
She blunk and she blinked --
The crow dropped off her bones above treeline!
_~|~_
Appalachia's heads have gone bald...
Appalachia's heads have gone bald
And frankly I'm rather appalled...
Appalachia's heads have gone bald
And frankly I'm rather appalled
As the leaves left the trees
The trees are bereaved...
Appalachia's heads have gone bald
And frankly I'm rather appalled
As the leaves left the trees
The trees are bereaved,
But the Country Boys are terribly galled.
Whar's all ma har gone to . . .
Whar's all ma har gone to?
On the flar I guess it fell onto
It's all over mah home
Wahl, I don't need a comb
Whar's all ma har gone to?
On the flar I guess it fell onto
It's all over mah home
Wahl, I don't need a comb
I just sweep it out into my lean-to!
.~.
When you open a country boy's shed
When you open a country boy's shed,
You just know there is trouble ahead
When you open a country boy's shed,
You just know there is trouble ahead
Shotguns and shovels
Chokechains and muzzles
Just forget what he keeps in his bed!!
They all call this lady a tart,
I agree, but she has a good heart
Who cares what they say
'Cuz she's a good lay
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