I decided to publish some limericks which I offered as comments to some blogs I follow. I hope you like them. I plan to do a book of limericks in the near future.
Snow monkeys like water that’s warm,
To hot springs they always do swarm;
They frolic and play,
Throughout most of the day,
I guess it won’t do them much harm.
There once was a procrastinator,
Who always put things off ’til later;
Things didn’t get done,
His life was not fun,
His later got greater and greater.
There was an old man from East End,
He didn’t have even one friend;
His life was so weary,
And often most teary,
But he didn’t want change in that trend.
There once was a girl from the city,
She didn’t think she was so pretty;
She primped and she pasted,
No make-up was wasted,
But she didn’t change one iddy biddy.
One man was so full of regret,
He hated what he didn’t get;
What he failed to do,
Plagued him thru and thru,
He just couldn’t seem to forget.
There was a young pup in a sweater,
He was a real go getter;
He knew all his tricks.
He caught balls and some sticks,
There wasn’t a pup who was better.
A man who lived next to the tracks,
Drank twenty-five cold pickle-backs;
He went out in the rain,
He did not hear the train,
He was thrown right out of his slacks.
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