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Shamelessly copying Semaphore's brilliant but exhausting idea of responding to everyone's limericks with another limerick.

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Inspired by Semaphore’s verse
On blogs his comments disperse
As imitation is flattery
I’ll charge my battery
And hope I’m not too much worse


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Ah those traditional values
So rare we nowadays choose
We're in such a rush
To "know" our little crush
It sometimes leads to relationship blues


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The limericks of yesterday were fate
We peaked a bit then opened the gate
Oh what fun
To escape the hum drum
Without us putting on weight


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It really was an avalanche
Those limericks like leaves on a branch
I liked your old bat
If only we’d chat
At the Suez Canal or a ranch


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Ah those old campground days
Fond memories remain as a haze
I remember my crush
But could only blush
As at her chestnut hair I would gaze


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In the ’50s they all wore hats
Now they’re in closets with gnats
Except if you’re bald
You still wear them all
Yet the ladies won’t give you a chat


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Modern medicine is such a game
If given pills, then who’s to blame?
If someone’s got a flu
The doctor he'll sue
But if he OD’s on pills, why it’s a shame


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Gunnedah’s a town I didn’t know
But thanks to you I wanna go
Just 7,500 strong
On fame it’s long
Of models and ruggers in tow


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Peaceful as a tai chi morning
With breath that’s deeply adorning
To start off the day
With chi in array
My mind is already forming


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Oh, that dreaded weigh
He tried to keep it at bay
He did what he could
Now ’is body’s so good
They really wish he would stray


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I too am a caffeine addict
Drinking a jug of espresso I picked
Your line was so funny
I almost peed honey
They’ll lock me up, I predict


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Some people say there’s a woman to blame
But Jimmy and I know it’s all the same
Those high school years
Were so full of tears
Until I knew it was but a game


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A bucking horse is scary
And riding one could be a hairy
Your mare was tough
She gave you gruff
So why not free her on the prairie?


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What a sweet story you tell
At his hobby I wouldn’t yell
For though he likes ponies
He still has cronies
And for that it’s just as well


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Oh that beautiful hair
The inmates can’t help but stare
He made a mistake
His story’s a fake
Now what he needs is a prayer


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A shoe, a hat, and zen
Two limericks from your pen
The first a philosophy
The next an apostrophe
So to you, a wise man, I say amen!


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Yours were my favorites to read
Clever and crude’s what I need
A girl from France
A promising dance
The only thing better, a Swede.


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That was quite clever, I like
Though you, your poor aunt might spike
“But it was just a shtick,
No harm could flick,
From you it’s quite unlike.”


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There was a man who lived in Britain
Whose words of rhyme sounded of not
He played with a wasp
Who wasn’t a hornet
Leaving us stung in his hive of wit


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What a fun limerick story
Of a guy and gal gone hoary
They went to the beach
But gave a speech
Of “I do” in all its glory


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Your footless story was such a laugh
I hope I never walk on my calf
A trimmed lawn is nice
But I’ll stay off the ice
And find some professional staff



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Ah, I remember reading Lysistrata
The poor men struck like piñatas
If women they crave
Surely they’ll cave
But in Greece a handsome man was not persona non grata.


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I hope I never wear those Depends
But who knows when it all ends
If I get a little hyper
And must change my diaper
I hope we’ll all stay friends


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Glenn, what stories of warts and booze
What’s the use of playing a ruse?
We pretend to be nice
When we all have the vice
And if you snooze you lose


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Ah, that seven-year blues
When your baby goes out for a cruise
She may be bored
And picks up a sword
But I just hope you know whose


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Two great limericks you served
The pictures were great and unreserved
And though she was running
I think it was cunning
To say her suitors were perved


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Your verse flows light in tune
Like listening to wind at noon
Your girl without spine
Really did shine
I’d like to listen again soon


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Your words, a funny sketch
To eat the pages she fetched
If I did that too
I know I’d be through
And soon I would want to retch


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Your verse was so upbeat
Staying positive is such a feat
When life gets wound
It’s easy to go down
So that’s why your words are a treat



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My last one for Glenn Buttkus
His series was well discussed
He wrote with verve
So perfectly served
One cannot be a gloomy gus


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Skillful little observations
Like notes on trains at stations
With words that flow
Your poems do show
The mind and its varied creations


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The first and almost the last
What you encompass is vast
Your mafia was best
I read it with zest
And all the poor guy got was a blast

On Rumours of Rhyme: http://rumoursofrhyme.wordpress.com/2012/03/22/limericks/

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That sure is a funny thing
To see a snowfall in early spring
The climate is weird
Like a woman with beard
Who comes to see when it’s not Halloween


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Man, those lyrics are sick
But hey, I knew before the click
Your victims are numb
So I promise to be mum
But I’d better run away quick!


Just kidding, love your play with the hardcore theme!


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My dog though three is worse than Cheech
When she pees on the mat I screech
No matter what I say
She makes me wanna pray
I wish I could leave her on a beach


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Ah, what a nice bit of fairy tale
Those stories that never grow stale
I like the little riding hood
(But only a red one is good)
Unless you’re in a gingerbread house with ale


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Your lyrics really flowed well
So I think Rosemary’s a belle
In Gay Paree
I hope you see
Your lyrics could be sung by Adele


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Well written, I like, Mama Zen
For this it seems you have a yen
You said it was clean
So now I want seen
The dirty one hiding about the bend

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