...a simple history of limericks...in a limerick. I'll be republishing as verses appear.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
History of the Limerick
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Not to Worry
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Without Further Intrerruption...
thanks for all the support so far.
-J-Man Jeff
Rebirth
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
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
#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
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.
Monday, May 07, 2007
#149: The Cutest Kitten
The Cutest Kitten
There once was a woman from
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.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
#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
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
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.
Monday, April 30, 2007
#144: When a Stranger Calls
When a Stranger Calls
Her telephone rang in the night.
It gave the young woman a fright.
She picked up the phone,
and heard nothing but tone.
Through the night there was nothing but plight.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
#143: An Unexpected Surprise
An Unexpected Surprise
A mind-reader picked up a gun.
He claimed it was all in good fun.
He pointed at Fred,
and shot him in the head
only water came out of his gun!
Saturday, April 28, 2007
#142: An Arm and A Leg
An Arm and A Leg
At
The mayor sent out a decree.
“To be able to swim,
you must chop off a limb
and without delay send it to me.”
Friday, April 27, 2007
#141: Jove's Laugh
Jove’s Laugh
As Jupiter laughed with delight,
The two mates split up without contrite.
Just then, from above,
was the god-given dove
that would stop Jove from making them fight.
#140: Six in a Row (cont'd)
Six in a Row (cont’d)
There is one thing we all know is true,
that the Yanks have the Series in view.
But I hope that the Sox
do not try to make blocks
that will make our great plan go askew.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
#139: Six in a Row
Six in a Row
The Yankees are down in a slump.
And their rivals are playing the trump.
Like a bee to a midge,
I turned baseball to bridge.
At this rate, the Yanks might as well crump!
#138: Don't Feed the Bears
Don’t Feed the Bears
The woman was forced to be bare.
Her clothing was torn by a bear.
There’s more to it than that,
For the bear ate her hat
And her sneakers were starting to wear.
#137: The Problem with Kids
The Problem with Kids
The light bulb went off in a flash.
The plates hit the floor with a crash.
The noise will abound,
when the kids are around.
And you’re bound to have piles of trash.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
#136: Mired in the Mire
Mired in the Mire
The man’s situation was dire.
He was mired in the murkiest mire.
So without showing shame,
he lit up a flame
He engulfed the quagmire in fire.
