Not to Worry

Patience is a virtue, my readers. As of now, I'm writing the history of limericks, in a limerick...and let me tell you, it is NO easy task. I'll publish what I have so far, it is no where near complete...yet.

Without Further Intrerruption...

I'd like to announce the new name of this blog: Limerick Lore.


thanks for all the support so far.

-J-Man Jeff

Rebirth

I hope that in my abscense people have stopped checking the blog because they'll be missing out.

As time went on, I realized that the limericks had lost the brilliance and originality that they contained when I first started writing. It saddens me to say that my quest to write one limerick everyday is over; however, thank you everyone who helped me to get to 155 limericks. That should be an accomplishment within itself. Limericks arn't the easiest poems to write correctly, and those who read the blog can say without a shadow of a doubt that, I always tried to make my meter and ryhming as perfect as possible. I've decided to end the daily limerick quest officially, and start a new one. One that should have been the main focus from the beginning: Writing daily about anything related to limericks. That's my resolve from now on.

I hope this isn't a turn off to the many readers I've gained over time and I apologize for making you wait over twenty days without any explanation at all! Finals and many projects took up most of my time; the blog wasn't the main thing on my mind. So, it's safe to come back to reading daily, and, don't worry; the overall quest of becoming a blog of note is still active. It'll take some work though, so, please don't stop the encouraging comments

#151: The Common Cold

The Common Cold

The woman was feeling quite sick.

She was pale and her face had a tic.

So she stayed in the nether,

feeling under the weather

as the clouds outside turned grey and thick.

#150: Tanning Booths

A very obscure pun hidden in here. Sorry about the lack of limerick lore..I'm still playing catchup.

Tanning Booths

When staying out long in the sun,

Its better to tan with your son.

‘cause the tanning booths try

to heat you till you fry;

by the way, try to pardon my pun.

#149: The Cutest Kitten

The Cutest Kitten

There once was a woman from Britain.

In her anger she sat on her kitten.

She soon found a surprise;

The cat looked in her eyes,

Now all over her body she’s bitten.

#148: The Best First Day

The Best First Day

On Ernie’s first day at the job,

he ate lunch like a primitive slob.

When he wiped off his mouth,

it was covered in louth,

so his napkin got stuck to his gob.

#147: Breaking Wind

Breaking Wind

There once was a man from New York,

who insisted on not eating pork.

When he does, bad things pass

including his gas,

which is why he will only eat stork.

#146: A True Rnaissance Man

The irony in this one is very subtle. Let's see if you can pick up on it.

A True Renaissance Man

A renaissance fair man named Mike,

took his anger out using a pike.

In blood they were doused,

in the streets, at the joust,

Michael proved himself to be a tyke.

#145: The Teacher

The Teacher

There once was a high school professor;

his students call him “the oppressor.”

When he passed out the test,

their hearts stopped in their chest.

So they had to find him a successor.