#lymerick

[cheese-greater-official]

Write a limerick about potatoes

There once was a food named “potatoes”

Which should not be mixed up with tomatoes

You can eat them as fries

You can eat them till you die

And Man I love it with ketchup and mayo(s)

[saucyemmettc]

Explosive Voodoo Doll

I feel it building under my skin, a boiling puss that seeths within. Like steam it escapes from between clenched teeth, this sickening strain with but one relief. This. Effigy. Need. Only. Pull. Its. Pin.

[cantsingshanties]

newest hot take: limerick should be spelled with at least one y

they are too silly for their name to have a dull two i’s 

[theforgottenfreefaller]

There once was a creature called a duck, who swam around full of luck. Eating bread by the lake, without hands to bake. I like playing in the muck.

Ducks the 2nd

[samjwestlake]

Meet ‘Yappy’ the unhinged hound

Bank Holidays ought to be happy,

but as kitchen doors shouldn’t be flappy

I’ll replace all the hinges

putting pay to the whinges

with the help of my unhinged hound ‘Yappy’

[stillnotwritingtolstoy]

Up Croagh Padraig once went a monk Who made the snakes all do a bunk We remember him dearly We celebrate yearly And plenty of Guinness gets sunk

[theshinyquilava]

Tonight

Tonight I am considering ending it all, Tonight someones going to fall, Tonight I found my true desire Tonight you may call me a Liar Yesterday was the calm before the storm Yesterday everything was fine and more, Yesterday no one was crying, Yesterday i still felt like dying Tomorrow is a mystery soon to be history, Tomorrow is the future and in all honesty, Tomorrow honestly i dont know if i can take it, And if i cant i will try to fake it, The past I hold is filled with pain, Now my lil brother is going through the same, Things that happened to me, Death and misery, still cling, If i could i would sing My little brother to sleep all day, Because it is hard knowing your family is slipping away, Its hard saying goodbye to your dad, And I know for a while we will be sad, But little lil bro Johnny it is all for the best, When i grow up I will take you away from this mess. -hold on Johnny it is going to be a bumpy ride.

[georgworld]

Bucket

There once was a man from Kentucket, who fancied himself a bucket, he rolled on the floor, with a beady eyed whore, and thought to himself well fuck it. -Georgina A Gould 2014