The Limerick’s muse attracts those
Put off by the harshness of prose.
It seems less of a crime
To zing with a rhyme
Those whom one secretly loathes.
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brilliant, Sarah.
"It seems less of a crime
To zing with a rhyme
Those whom one secretly loathes."
Brevity is the soul of wit
The limericks have the kit
To caricature in a style
That betrays the poets guile
And leave everyone hysterical with laughter.
Now Tima's real name is Euphemia
The name came no doubt in a dreamia
She is a plucky 'un
A real East Kentuckian
And so very good in extremia
(On this occasion she had come and dragged us out when we fell prey to natural gas poisoning...)
Zing me like you mean it and don't stop zinging till you can't zing no mo'.
Zing me with your left.
Zing me with your right.
Zing me through the dimming light.
Zing me.
Zing me
zing me
Why don't you get a rope and zing me.
Zing me from the highest tree.
Darlin' don't you stop zingin' for me.
Zing, zing, zing - zang
ZING
You zing when I zang;
I zig but you zag.
You like to zip
But I lollygag.
Burma Save.
it can't help but make a girl smile:
the joke may be flat
or just not 'all that'
...yet long live the limeri-phile!
Your limericks never are flat
They're indubitably always "all that"
I 'spressed myself wrong
(and will again ere long)
And t'was MY joke that really went splat.