words hang in the air, somebody’s home, 2013
Okay, it’s Limerick Day, peoples.
Or Limerick Week.
Or Limerick Month maybe. I don’t do many blog posts.
Post a limerick you wrote yourself, or one someone else wrote (attributed if possible, though limericks seem to quickly become the property of the world), or both if you like. Or six limericks. Ten?
Or a good excuse for why the fuck you can’t even post one lousy limerick.
Did you know limericks didn’t even originate in Limerick?
harryipants 
So where’s your limerick mate?
There once was a girl called Emm Dee,
who dumped her man, then she was free.
She cut off his balls,
nailed one to a wall,
and the other she hung from a tree.
Now, where’s yours?
The limerick is furtive and mean
You must keep her in close quarantine
Or she sneaks to the slums
And promptly becomes
Disorderly, drunk and obscene.
Haha, that’s awesome Anna.
There once was a Girl in a Hat,
who had a great fight with a cat.
When asked how it started
the Girl said “It farted,
just as I gave it a pat.”
Ooo. You are good. I think an ear for limericks is something a person is born with. A hereditary thing. Although I have lots of Irish, I didn’t get it.
As usual, a day late.
There once was a drink named LIME-RICKey
Gin, lime, ice and seltzer it’s tricky
I drank what I made
Fell asleep in the shade
Got laid, hung over and sticky
Haha, nice one Carolynn. Is that just a limerick though, or a true story?
A girl, Carolynn with 2 Ns,
once had a bad case of the bends.
We were naked in water
with a camera I’d bought her,
Man, what she could do with a lens!