This lim'rick addiction's a curse, But now it's at last in reverse. I can truthfully say That so far today, I've not written one silly verse. ...? OhBugger!
"One bad apple," (the words are my mother's,) "Won't spoil," she said, "any other", So I will not collapse Over that single lapse, Any more I am sure I can smother.
This whole thing is making me ill. This doggerel is in my head still. Perhaps a stiff drink Will help me to think. There's a pub at the foot of that hill.
Perhaps I could try some cocaine, I know that the stuff rots your brain, But if some mind mashin' Will cure the passion... And I'll only be partly insane.
This habit I've just got to kick. Perhaps Ecstasy does the trick, It might make me fly, And give me a high... Ohno! It's just making me sick.
This habit I really must quit, It's willpower I need, Just a bit... I*can* put the freeze On this limerick disease, I *knew* I could do it! Oh ...Yes!!
See
not
a
rhyme
in
sight.
Iknew I'd come up with a cure. My mind's now exceptionally pure. I'm mended for good, no need to touch wood. No more will I lim, I am sure.
Tiddy Ogg. >>> > >>> > >>> >Snipppppp........ >>Frank wrote: > >> >>> >> It's easy to cure limaddiction, >>> >> It's not a consuming misfortune. >>> >> If you'd rather not rhyme, >>> >> Compose the odd sentence; >>> >> You'll find it a weird propensity. >>> >> >>> >> Frank (the last time I did this, someone flamed me for not >>> >> knowing how to write a limerick) >>> >> >>> > >>> > >>(snipped a bunch of cheerleading crap) >>> >>> Frank >> >>frank you fucking half-wit! >>try getting it right you twit >> i suggest you go back >> and try reading the FAQ >>cuz that one dont rhyme worth a shit! >>
Last updated: Sun, 12 Sep 1999.