where's the limerick thread?

It got et.

I'm trying to resurrect it.

the lims have been et? bloody hell!
and all those new limerick writers, as well
so i won't throw a tizzy
i'll just have to get busy
this rampant urge to rhyme i cannot quell.

Be of good cheer, my lady of renown'd eye zoomability
Why, I'd all but stake my all too brittle credibility
that these walls, sooner than the fates could dampen expectation
will echo lively with the song of eager poet's declamation
even if some might appear unfit to be repeated in mixed company


The Xenatizer

i've read and reread that last rhyme word for word
the most long-winded damn thing i ever heard
what you've done to the form
is quite out of the norm
and borders, i fear, on the absurd.

Hey, I TAKE THAT RHYME PERSONALLY
(For so oft it's been said of me)
You see I need a tissue
For every Scroll issue
Even when people say "Hi Argy!"

Resurrection can be such a chore
And many find limericks a bore
To hell with em I say
Let's all make em pay
Then we'll show them the score

Ok, OK, I give in:

There once was a man from Lemgo
who stretched his lines far too longo
he got lots of stick
the long-winded prick
so he moved some bits to the Kongo


The Xenatizer

[ January 02, 2003, 05:40 AM: Message edited by: The Xenatizer ]

this makes me happy enough to shout
mad rhymers out showing their clout
there's Ame with Jess on her knee,
Argy, who takes things personally,
and then Ully--what is he talking about???

[ April 15, 2003, 09:08 AM: Message edited by: eyezoom ]

Dark Angel series finale SW

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Saw last Dark Angel tonight
Of course our brave Max one the fight
Made terminal city
Look oh so damn pretty
Man that cool chick is outta sight!!

There is but one Poteidaia Scroll
Tis here we play and often poll
Some words may cut like a knife
While other words change the course of your life
Argeaux, Keeper of the Scroll's soul

Ully quite often doesn't make sense
For someone so smart, he can be quite dense
Although he's a likeable lad
You'd be suprised when he's bad
With the thing he's poking through the fence

These limericks are quite intense
What HAS Ully stuck through that fence?
I've read for a while
And I just have to smile
Coz le's poems are THE best presents

I'm enticing Nora to join our clan
I'm sure she'll add more fat to the pan
With her delectable humour
We will consume her
Our else she'll get an indefinate ban

Now dear Amethyst is a bit flirty
She flusters the Kraut by her talk dirty
Oh how naughty! he cries
Good taste she defies!
Now just lift a bit higher your skirty

Nora has given me such a laugh
I'm just glad she ddoesn't even know half
Of Ully's desire
And my skirt going higher
Or what he wrapped in a scalf

*posted just to try out my new avatar*

Ame is forcing me to make a rhyme
And tell all she is sublime
She is cool, but not all that
Maybe I'll just feed her to the cat
Or maybe wish she was a mime

this influx of new limming blood is good
and i hope it continues, knock wood
smartasses and flirts
and Australian squirts
and something German in a fence i've not quite understood...

Limericks to warm us scroller's heart
elsewhere hardly worth a parson's fart
will keep on inspiring
the souls of the trying
'til sense will tear us apart

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A fence is no border
to keep perverts in order
for fences don't fence
a pervert's odd sense
for getting out of a corner

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The Xenatizer

Poor eyezoom must guard against impropriety
You see, she caters for Austin high society
When Shiner and vodka do mix
Matrons and debs play funny tricks
And then 'zoomie says so long to sobriety

ah Nora, your limerick's neat
and quite right about's Austin's elite
when the booze starts to flow
these folks' roots start to show
and they lose all sense of what is discreet

catering really IS as hard as you'd think
providing parties with yummies and drink
but that doesn't make me nervous
BloodyClownBoy provides the service
he'll squash unruly customers in just an eye's blink

[ January 06, 2003, 08:27 AM: Message edited by: Governor Bligh ]

Don't really have a lim to share
My words are your burden to bear
For my goal is to have an avatar
So I must post even the most bizarre
Without hesitation or flair

In the midst of liquor and wine
I said now is not the time
Take your hands off my radio
How many times have I told you so
As sports talk radio should be a crime