There was a girl in trig
who wanted to eat a fig
this class sucks
no it fucks
a small potbellied pig
there was a crunchy headdress
and creaminess no less
they fought and fought
until we bought
monster of lochness
My disjointed thinking
Has habits of blinking
In random spots
I have no thoughts
Standards slowly sinking
Uncalculated rhyme
Happens all the time
“I’ll be framed!”
she said, shamed
thwacking at the lime
i do use obscenities
though not as standard amenities
used when mad
then I’m glad
for them i have affinities
a deep philosophical thought
in rhyme it has been caught
but, oh dear
it’s not so near
as to be actually sought
back...
poetry copyright 2002 fireflyhotaru, so don't steal! make up your own damn limericks! either that or contact me and i'll write you your very own limericks are so easy. k? you got me, punks?