Write your own Limerick
 

My mother, a young schizophrenic named Struther
When told of the death of her mother,
Said, "Yes, it's too bad,
But I can't feel too sad.
After all, I still have each other. ;)

A new dwellar, who's name was Nirvana
came unstuck, 'cause they looked like a spammer
But when challenged they rose
Now triumphant they pose
as they await their BJ from Brianna

There once was a woman from London,
Whose life was a big huge conundrum,
but she was no tizz,
and got down to biz,
So now she's a chick you can bet on!

There once was a girl from Ohio,
who liked to give fellas the eye-o,
the guys they all liked it,
and were glad when she biked it,
now they wish they were her special guy-o.
(the last line is a bit pathetic but I couldn't think of anything better after 5 minutes. sorry)

There once was an old fart from Philly,
Who sometimes could be really silly,
He watches the board,
and keeps out the hoard,
While trying to guild the odd lilly.

radar is the king of the limerick
and though you may thing he's a real prick
just wait and you'll see
he's much better than me
ladysidhe, and U T and you all, prick!

the last line refers to a limerick duel that took place between radar and ladysidhe ( pronounced lady shee) a few years ago.

There once was a poster named Zengum,
Who had a big pain in his bum bum.
He went to the loo,
and did a big poo,
And then he sat wondering how come.

There once was a dwellar named monster
Who got every joke thrown upon-ster
Things got so bad
She went to joke-hab
And now says that she'll be my sponster

there once was a, once was a, uh
there once was a something. shit.
there once was a thing
there once was a something
goddamnit. I'm not so sure there was.

There once was a comp-geek named Flint
Who thought his own humor was mint
The rest of the crowd
Said "meh, you're too loud"
To which Flint replied "no you di'int."

There once was a dweller named "Toad"
Whose underground lair overflowed
With genius and wit
An occasional twit
And some others whose names won't be told!

That's it. I'm in love.

Please please please tell me you're a 40-something male with good hygiene, no wife, and a job. :lol:

Now you're getting picky?

Yeah, what's up with that?

OK...the hygiene is negotiable.