The Exorcism of All Limericks
There was an old hag from New York
Who got an odd gift from the stork
It squalled and it peed
And it grew like a weed
And spoke like that alien, Mork
First "Nanu", then "nanu" it said
And then it would stand on its head
But tricks weren't enough
When it spoke off the cuff
And yelled out a "shazbot" from bed
She decided Mork was possessed
And called for a priest to divest
Little Mork of his demon
As well as his semen
Which hit the priest's face, as you guessed
The priest's efforts were to no avail
The "shazbots" flew out in a hail
It was quite revolting
(And somewhat insulting)
The arms it proceeded to flail
So Rosemary (for it was she)
Looked 'round all three-sixty degree
Who's she gonna call?
A mean voodoo doll
Or a master of Zen and Tai Chi?
"Rosebuuddd..." to Orson she called
Buy then Chucky, the demon doll mauled
Or romance with Freddy
The motel room was ready
Though Freddy's foul flesh had appalled
Soon Damien appeared on the scene
With an omen of what "shazbot's" mean
To cut to the chase
Mork and her race
Harbored a horrible gene
| Contributors: | F, Kansas Sam, Dassn't Say, (someone had to add it), N, Beefy, asdf, Anon.. |
| Poem finished: | 10th September 2003. |