Sunday, March 25, 2007

#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.

2 comments:

Jerrell Allen said...

There once was a man from PV
Who thought writing limericks was neat
He did fairly fine
til he got to the last line.
....ummm....ummm.... glued to his feet?

Mary said...

Hey, alien--

Speaking of feet, you've got one too many in line 4, didja notice?

What about having it read,
"Till he reached the last line,
Where a dactyl was glued to his feet!"

Also, purist that I am, I shudder at rhyming "PV/neat" in l.1-l.2.

Would you like to have,
"There once was a man from Takreet
Who thought writing limericks was neat"?

Mary