Friday, May 09, 2008

Friday Limericks--Location, Location, Location

There is, of course, a long tradition of location in limericks. The most famous location would have to be Nantucket, but I am certain you have heard others. If you like your own location, see what you can do with it here! If you would prefer to be somewhere else, immortalize that location in five lines. Or just pick a place that fits the rhyme scheme and be done with it!

There once was a lady from Boston
With a body too small to get loston
And the patriot's trail
From her head to her tail
Is worth ev'ry last cent that it's coston

There once was a man from L.A.
Who decided to drive far away
With the traffic, his car
Didn't get very far
So that's where he still is today

A student in Kalamazoo
Played a sensual song on kazoo
Her friend heard the humming
And thoughts started coming--
"When that song is over--me too?"

There once was a Podblack from Perth
On the down-under side of the Earth
Who writes posts every day
And has real things to say
But mine rhymes... for whatever that's worth.


Rana said...

A Fellow from deep Minnesota
Had ten posts a day as his quota
When asked if he held
Any love for Expelled
He replied "Not one iota".

Cath@VWXYNot? said...

Ashington doesn't rhyme with much, so let's pretend I'm a native of my current location:

There once was a girl from Vancouver
Who was more of a geek than a groover
Her rhyming's OK,
But try as you may,
There is no other way to improve 'er

I grew up mostly in York:

There once was a young lass from York
(The accent's quite clear in her talk)
It isn't surprising
Her blog hits are rising
It's because she became such a dork.

Anonymous said...

There once was a medical clerk
Who thought ev'ning shifts were a perq.
She stays up all night
With fluorescent light
And Lim'ricks when she should do her work.


Unknown said...

There once was a girl from New York,
Found a miracle face in her spork.
“Oh my, it is Jesus!” she said just to tease us,
But admitted ‘twas just Robert Bork.

There once was a female from Eden.
Was so bored - from her eyes she was bleedin’!
She found this cool tree, and she broke God’s decree,
Said, “My bad! But it’s now more fun breedin!”

A Fundie, in Perth did reside,
Preached that Adam and Eve were God’s pride.
But now He’s just ticked ‘cause that apple they picked,
So He whupped ‘em, ‘cause they chapped His hide.

Somewhere lives a ceph'lopod-ist,
Writes verses too good to be missed.
With wit scintillates, as his talent translates
Into rhymes that just fill us with wist.

Unknown said...

There once was an old guy from Cali
(With the -fornia clipped [that's an i.e.])
Whose life was ill-spent
Living out of his tent
By the angels' own river, most dirty.

Now see here this fellow near Duarte
(His address is a matter ex parte)
He's bold and he's brash
But he hasn't got cash...
Why not? Oh, don't even start me!

Anonymous said...

I still like yours better. Always have.
And *blush* - I haz limerick!! I have still to make one up in return, but it's 4am here, so I'll do it when awake!