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Post by GAH(s) on Apr 14, 2004 14:09:53 GMT -5
Well, in an effort to make it into the prestigous "Worst Threads Everrrrrr" section, here I go: I have a mole on my anus, With a complexion that's really quite heinous. It moves and it dashes, And bats its eyelashes, It hangs and it dangles, And sometimes it jangles, And I fear that someday it may maim us! Thus starts my limerick thread, destined to be the Worst.......Thread...........EVER! [glow=red,2,300]  [/glow] |
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Post by The Shadow on Apr 15, 2004 13:37:34 GMT -5
There once was a boy from Paris
Whose name just happened to be Harris.
He ate some spaghetti
And then some confetti
And now he does feel quite embarrassed.
I don't know...best I can do on the fly.
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Post by ActsOfStupidity on Apr 15, 2004 20:46:23 GMT -5
I've heard of a guy named Thomas...
I can't think of anything that rhymes with Thomas...
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Post by The Shadow on Apr 20, 2004 13:22:45 GMT -5
There was a young angler named Fisher
Who fished from the edge of a fissure.
A fish with a grin
Pulled the poor sportsman in;
Now they're fishing the fissure for Fisher.
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Post by DEATH on May 5, 2004 7:22:27 GMT -5
I set Thomas on fire, he denied it and called me a liar, so I was forced to inquire "Thomas, well then why is your condition so dire... YOU'RE FIRED!!!" okay, that wasn't in correct limerick form... I'M FIRED TOO!!![glow=red,2,300] [/glow] |
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Post by The Shadow on May 5, 2004 9:47:42 GMT -5
Sir Thomas whined; We beat his behind; We know it's not kind; For "Knight" status he pined. Soon he will find I've gone out of my mind, And on his flesh I have dined!  |
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Post by ActsOfStupidity on May 5, 2004 14:30:38 GMT -5
I'll show you whining you pile of fecal matter
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Post by ActsOfStupidity on May 5, 2004 14:40:09 GMT -5
Mr. Sheldon Shires
Got pinched by some pliers
and fell right down to the floor
Oh Mr. Shires
When Pizza Hut hires,
I'll turn you into anchovies...
I DON'T KNOWWWWWW...
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Post by The Shadow on May 6, 2004 7:33:49 GMT -5
Mr. Thomas Wheeler Is a happy-faced butt-feeler And a despicably shady dealer. He once used an apple-peeler To slap a helpless healer Who then used some tire-sealer To kill that Thomas Wheeler. Imperfect meter, but I like it. ;D [glow=red,2,300]  [/glow] |
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Post by The Shadow on May 11, 2004 11:00:40 GMT -5
Ohhhhh... Mr. Hudson Shires Is not like Sheldon Hires Except that they're both liars. And have started many fires... Mr. Thomas Wheeler Is one jackapple-ly kneeler. He's not like Sheldon Hires He's just the Postville crier.  I'm fired...off to math class I go. |
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Post by The Shadow on May 11, 2004 18:06:24 GMT -5
Question: Must it only be limericks, or can other forms of poetry (sayyyy...haiku? Or Petrarchan sonnet?) be used as well?
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Post by ActsOfStupidity on May 12, 2004 17:34:30 GMT -5
I WANT TO WHINE...
Death to false tuna!!
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Post by The Shadow on May 12, 2004 20:06:29 GMT -5
I hate false tuna... It makes me wanna croon-ah... Boom boom chaka boon-ah... I DON'T KNOW!!! |
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Post by DEATH on May 13, 2004 23:07:00 GMT -5
word to your moms,
i came to drop bombs,
i've got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms.
and just like the Prodigal Son I'll return,
and if you try to step to me you'll get burned.
cause i got lyrics but you ain't gone none,
so if you come to battle bring a shotgun.
but if you do you're a fool,
cause i duel to the death.
trying to step to me you'll take your last breath.
i got the skill,
come get your fill,
cause when i shoot a gun i shoot to kill.
;D
the House of Pain would totally OWN this contest were they to enter. though the beastie boys would give them a run for their money.
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Page of the Inner Temple of Postville
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Post by ArchAngel on May 14, 2004 23:13:33 GMT -5
Beastie Boys got all the heat
but 311's got all the beat
311 is the greatest of them all
question me and you will fall
the steps I take are away from you
you scream and yell but I don't hear you
too much hate and violence in this world
mix of hate and fear are just in a swirl
too bad I can't live in my dreams
safe from harm and all your skeams
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