An astronomer looked at the sky and a a bird swooped and pooped in his eye So he got out some soap and cleaned off his scope
An astronomer looked at the sky and a a bird swooped and pooped in his eye So he got out some soap and cleaned off his scope And then observed a comet fly by
Tonight I sit with a glass of rum firmly planted on me bum Not as tasty as bourbon But much better than a durban
The thread's been dead for a year It's time to bring it up from the rear It's fun to be creative again
The thread's been dead for a year It's time to bring it up from the rear It's fun to be creative again And rhyming with ladies and men
Quickly interjecting the last line of the previous limerick and then back to @Sara-s's opening line The thread's been dead for a year. It's time to bring it up from the rear. It's fun to be creative again And rhyming with ladies and men. All wannabe poets draw near. A lion was wearing red shoes.
A lion was wearing red shoes while swigging a bottle of booze. Then he started to dance and think of romance