Sigh and Suicide
It's time for a limerick now
Don't disappoint me, you cow
You'll stick to the meter
Or face up to Peter
What do you mean, bowwow, meow?
A small and inquistive mouse
Was scuttling about in our house
I set up a trap
But the smart little chap
Tripped it, using a louse
A raisin went out on a date
With a grape; the evening was late
A currant went by
And started to sigh
She longed for a prune as a mate
I think I'll get really filthy
And frolick around in the belfry
I'll stick out my tongue
And sit on this rung
An exercise I find quite healthy
I think that I'll try doing pot
My brain I'm eager to rot
I like getting high
I'm planning to fly
To Venus; I hear that's it's hot.
When trying the lotus position
Try not to engage in coition
Because you will find
If you're that way inclined
The position deflects your emission
Contributors: | N, Karin, F, K, K8, Beefy, snood. |
Poem finished: | 20th August 2003. |