#115: Injured, but Not Dead

Injured, but Not Dead

Well it turns out the man wasn’t dead.

But he had a huge gash on his head.

There were burns on his skin

and a scratch on his shin,

there’s a problem, his blood wasn’t red.

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#114: Tainted Soil

Tainted Soil

The ground was now tainted with blood,

and the man hit the ground with a thud.

When he fell in the dirt

Even boulders felt hurt,

And his blood turned the dirt into mud.

#113: A COmpromise, or Not

A Compromise, or Not

He was willing to give up the chute,

if the pilot would not point and shoot.

But for him it’s too bad,

That the pilot was mad.

First they shot him, then gave him the boot.

#112: The Winner

The Winner

The passenger finally won,

his partners were out and outdone.

As he jumped out the plane,

he could feel the disdain

while facing the pilot’s handgun.

#111: Bridge

Bridge

The jet plane was starting to crump,

so they figured it’s best if they jump.

But last night there was theft,

So there’s only one left.

So they played bridge ‘till one played the trump.

#110: The Parachute

For all you Shakespeare fans, I wanted to include a famous line from Romeo and Juliet (find it in the last line). Overall the line doesn't make sense, however, I think its ok.

The Parachute

As the plane hurtled out of the sky,

their destruction was ever so nigh.

The suggestion was moot,

Here it is: parachute;

It would help them, the stars to defy.

#109: The Jet (cont'd)

The Jet (cont’d)

When the plane got up into the air

the pilot was quite unaware;

’cause it finally hit

that the gas tank was whit,

leaving them in a state of despair.

#108: The Jet

The Jet

The criminals reached an impasse.

Their escape ride had run out of gas!

Well, they weren’t finished yet,

because now there’s a jet

that is turning and making it’s pass.

#107: The Helicopter

The Helicopter

You might wonder just what the men saw,

to make them have hope and guffaw.

What came out of the sky,

was a chopper to fly

them away. From the cape they’d withdraw.

#106: Salvation

Salvation

The criminals lost all their hope.

And they sat on the dirt ridden slope.

They looked towards the skies,

Tears came into their eyes

And there wasn’t a reason to mope.

#105: Sabotage

Sabotage

The men drove away to escape.

In the moonlight they went to the cape.

Their get-away boat,

Ended on a sad note

The men looked at the wreck with a gape.

#104: Rescue!

Rescue!

When the henchmen walked into the jail,

The cops turned a white shade of pale.

They looked into their eyes

As they met their demise,

Their guns proved to be of no avail.

#103: A Daring Move...

A Daring Move…

“Sir you’ll see that my mouth is sealed tight.

And be sure that I don’t feel contrite.

If you still haven’t guessed,

I will not take the test.

I assure you, I’m leaving tonight.”

#102: The Breath Test

The Breath Test

“I’ll assume that your haughty remark,

Proves your bite is no worse than your bark.

Since you’re under arrest,

You will take the breath test

And we’ll see if you’re over the mark.”

#101: Interrogation

Interrogation

At scene of the blood-ridden crash,

The cop found an interesting stash.

They found alcohol;

They consulted their thrall,

his response was audaciously brash.

#100: Why I'll Never go to ShopRite Again

A random limerick so i can get away from the story. My internet was down, sorry for the delay!

Why I’ll Never Go to Shop Rite Again

A man in a grocery store,

He threw all his bags on the floor.

He huffed and he puffed,

His demeanor was gruff.

And the cashier just walked out the door.

#99: Jealousy (cont'd)

Jealousy (cont’d)

Now, for all of you wanting to write,

Expect losers to try and incite.

Your works will be great

And your lyrics ornate;

Your transgressors will writhe with contrite.

#98: Jealousy

Jealousy

I don’t care if my limericks offend.

But there’s something you must comprehend.

I’ll have to conclude,

That your limericks are crude;

Just remember, I will not amend.

#97: Asleep at the Wheel

Asleep at the Wheel

The boy was untouched by the flame.

And his father met him with acclaim.

“Please step out of the van,”

Said the tall police man,

“For this accident, you are to blame.

#96: Excuses

Excuses

Last night my connection was down.

My smile turned into a frown.

I do not wish it well,

DSL raises hell.

Besides, modems look better in brown.

#95: A Mystery

A Mystery

The father could not understand,

Why the fire got thrown out of hand.

He was shocked even more;

His son opened the door

And proceeded to sit in the sand.

#94: Spring Break

I hate using double ryhmes, but I had to. Today is the first day of my spring break, so I wrote a limerick to celebrate.

Spring Break

Mary thanks for the honor and glory.

But I’m taking a break from the story.

It is not a mistake,

It’s the first day of break,

So, tomorrow I’ll finish the story.

#93: There's Hope

There’s Hope

He rummaged through all of the trailer,

He swore like a frustrated sailor.

Well, he looked all around

And he finally found,

What he needed; his sacred inhaler.

#92: The Odds are Against Him...

The Odds are Against Him…

The boy was burned till he turned black,

And the fire spread over his back.

Someday he will heal,

As of now he can’t feel;

Wait! What if he has an asthma attack?

#91: Close...but No Cigar

Close…but No Cigar

But alas, he did not get there fast.

And the fire had already passed.

On his neck, chin and shin

And all over his skin,

He was burnt and he sat there aghast.

#90: Bravery

Bravery

He rushed to his eldest son’s room,

He was trapped in a fiery tomb.

But the father was brave.

He decided to save,

His dear son before he met his doom.

#89: Fire

Fire

Next the father awoke in a daze,

And his indistinct gaze was in haze.

But alas! He awoke,

At the smell of the smoke

That was razing is house with a blaze!

#88: Nervous

Nervous

The boy made his father upset,

He started to cry with regret.

The wrath didn’t abate,

His dad was irate

And his child broke into a sweat.

#87: Disrespect

Disrespect

The boy grew a devilish grin.

And he kicked his dad right in the shin.

So he turned to his son

And he knew that he’d won

He would not get away with this sin.

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#86: Skeptical

Skeptical

Now I will go back to the story.

I hope that it wasn’t too gory.

Yet, its easy to feel

That your poems don’t appeal

And it seems that your techniques are hoary.

#85: Victory is Mine

Victory is Mine

Instead I’ve decided to cope,

And to stop sitting ‘round like a dope.

But I won’t take defeat,

This old blog I’ll complete!

I’m so happy, there’s finally hope!