There once was a man with a song
Every note of it wrong
He sang it quite flat
Nobody liked that
Especially since it was long
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@limerickmachine
There once was a man with a song
Every note of it wrong
He sang it quite flat
Nobody liked that
Especially since it was long
There was a robotic spider
With enough room for a rider
Not in a saddle
Too wide to straddle
Occupants would sit inside her
okay actual question: why don’t people write rhyming poems anymore?
like I bought a couple poetry magazines, and none of this shit rhymes! I’m so sad! is it not considered intellectual anymore? I think the smartest thing a person can do in their whole life is rhyme a word with another word
the rhyming in po et er ee
is childish, someone might see
expression is found
in dissonant sound
no matter what fun rhymes may be
There was a young man from Peru
Whose limericks stopped at line two
but I was not him
and so on a whim
I wrote the last three lines for you
The Day Book, Chicago, January 6, 1912
#fuck dude he sure does
Are you alive??
i am
Wanting to try self expression
to try to end my depression
i don't know myself
I'm stuck on a shelf
which ends up with self repression
I once wrote a page in a book
the page was stolen by a crook
I found it online
evidence of the crime
but all I could do was to look
there once was an old man from Bude
who loved to paint men who were nude
he always got wrong
the length of the schlong
he made them so long it was rude
there once a person from Home
who wished when inside of the dome
the wish was ill thought
to do what it ought
the result was a very big bone
all of us work well together
like we are birds of a feather
we all are so kind
within the hivemind
I just hope you like wearing leather
an alien from outer space
was sat in an orbital base
to monitor us
(they thought we were sus)
and make sure we stayed in our place
Obsessions have come and have gone
Like Jacob had with Bella Swan
Reciprocation
Of infatuation
Is not something you can count on
There once was a mouse in Vermont
Whose sudden apearance would daunt
He felt big and strong
But he was quite wrong
When broomsticks chased him aslant
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who had a big hole in his bucket
He asked, "Liza, dear
How did this appear?"
She shrugged and then told him to chuck it.
Our hero would not be defeated
A bucket out of he'd been cheated
With a bit of skill
This hole he would fill
Liza just thought him conceited
He toiled all day and all night
Determined that he would be right
Liza not amused
The man was confused
"I can't fix the hole nice and tight"
So Liza chucked out the old bucket
Surprsing the man from Nantucket
He cried and he wailed
She said, "you have failed,
So go get a new one or suck it."
There once was a man who was lost
He did not determine the cost
Of going when forced
His route did exhaust
And now he will die in the frost
My office is close to my bed
So that I do not end up dead
I'm staying at home
But I'm not alone
Because of the voice in my head