Let's Write Some Limericks

How doth the busy little bee
Flyeth hither & yon carelessly
But beware of its sting
It can be a painful thing
Anaphylactic Shock lethality!


My toes are colder than my nose

 

My toes are colder than my nose
which is running like a garden hose

 

My toes are colder than my nose
which is running like a garden hose
With a cold I am hot

 

My toes are colder than my nose
which is running like a garden hose
With a cold I am hot
Smooches honey? I think not.

 

My toes are colder than my nose
which is running like a garden hose
With a cold I am hot
Smooches honey? I think not.
I have a fever; I am going to doze.

 

Please write me a sonnet, my lover cried.

 

Please write me a sonnet, my lover cried.
I brought a bonnet. Well, I tried.

 

Please write me a sonnet, my lover cried.
I brought a bonnet. Well, I tried.
And it's not even for you

 

Please write me a sonnet, my lover cried.
I brought a bonnet. Well, I tried.
And it's not even for you
Just some homework that's due!

 

Please write me a sonnet, my lover cried.
I brought a bonnet. Well, I tried.
And it's not even for you
Just some homework that's due!
And I’ll work on it until my brain is fried

That last limerick didn’t make sense

 

That last limerick didn’t make sense
I’d written it in the wrong tense

 

That last limerick didn’t make sense
I’d written it in the wrong tense
And the meter was off

 

That last limerick didn’t make sense
I’d written it in the wrong tense
And the meter was off
But you musn't scoff

 

That last limerick didn’t make sense
I’d written it in the wrong tense
And the meter was off
But you musn't scoff
Or Boris and Igor will boot you hence.

 

Alternate Ending:

That last limerick didn’t make sense
I’d written it in the wrong tense
And the meter was off
But you musn't scoff
Cause this one is probably worse than the last one in that respect.

Sorry, I couldn’t resist. And now back to our regularly scheduled programming. Somebody start the next one...

 

What is this meter of which people speak?

 

What is this meter of which people speak?
It's a unit of measure, just more than 3 feet!

(In poetry Meter is the cadence or stresses placed on different syllables.)

 

What is this meter of which people speak?
It's a unit of measure, just more than 3 feet!
Oft confused with a yard

 

What is this meter of which people speak?
It's a unit of measure, just more than 3 feet!
Oft confused with a yard
'Tis employed by the bard

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What is this meter of which people speak?
It's a unit of measure, just more than 3 feet!
Oft confused with a yard
'Tis employed by the bard
although rhyming speak and feet is pretty weak