It’s Limerick Day today So shall we all here have a play? Yes—let we at the forum Unplug thumbs from own bums And post on this thread whatever we may
International Limerick Day: Ask for cash when you visit to say That you're not gonna rhyme 'Cause you don't have the time But you're so good, you do anyway ... I'll leave the bill here
Man Seth was a right little blighter Who had thoughts of being a fighter He played on a forum Worked hard not to bore ‘emAnd everyone said what a writer! *I'll get my coat*
I got that on the third read But pay to play are words I won’t heed So my two cents No cash for rhyming by chance But thanks for doing the deed
Why cheers @Wayjor I am quite flattered Words thought through rather than smattered Alas sometimes I can’t pick em So into touch I do kick em Where they rest all tangled and battered
There once was a writer named Polly Whose potboilers made her quite jolly. "My stuff isn't lit; I don't care a bit: I'm just in the biz for the lolly!"
Matwoolf + 1234567 8 mile Epic Eireian battle limerick style Two forum gods Vying for top dog Winner = Mic Drop + Victorious Smile
Yo yo YO word up NOW one time AGAIN Bring the MASTers huh WHAT bring the GAME Gimme CHAT gimme FLOW Gimme DOPE gimme BLOWOne to NINE and matWOLF bringin’ PAIN!
Dat be fightin' talk! Laaaaadies and gentlemeeeeen, we got ourselves a bout to make a rout! A fight to bless this night! Mr Nine he be doin' fine, oh yeah he be gloves-off-shiny-bright, he be ready to spit, split, rip and tear, my peoples! And Mr Wolf? Where he be? Where be @matwoolf? He be tremblin', my peoples, he be lickin' his tail, he be set fit to wail! Place your bets, Laaaaadies and gentlemeeeeen! We gonna see some blood tonight!
A day for writing poems he suffered from the block his angel hanged a spider, his crystal tuned as fog. He could not ride the donkey or mount a parker pen on thread - a cruel conspiracy not website of brethren. Tears are now a soaking Revenge he shall deliver Call(s) upon said residents @123456789, @Wayjor Frippery @SethLoki will feast(s) among their livers.
@matwoolf, well oiled and slippery, Got bent over in front of ol' Frippery, But in barged his wife, With the flick of her knife, She forever ended Mat's trickery
Please don't do this to me I have no selfrestraint you see I'll be here all day Unable to stray Have a heart; let my Saturday free.
The limrick’s a low form of poetry not something you'd write to get notery but today is the day when we all get our say so I'll force you to read what I wrotery
You write like I think (what i'm saying is you stink) That the best word play you had? Well i think its... uh... bad! Time for a game; every rhyme take a drink!
@matwoolf's talent was starting to peter, Poor rhyming, no structure, and not even meter, For a limerick-off, His poem felt quite wrong, Or maybe @matwoolf was simply a cheater
Quick someone call the police! Or notify a priest at least the only worse victim of a burn remains contained in an urn turns out 123456789 added up is a beast!
