Almost every day on Facebook, the editor/ newspaper publisher of a small paper somewhere in the Ozarks posts a limerick, some are lame, some inspired, but the sheer volume is impressive—maybe 350 so far. Sometimes his admirers riposte with a verse of their own, but he usually shoots them down. Amateurs, after all. Anyway, as with most of us these days, the weather is an, er, cold topic.
Here's one of Frank's :
Surely it can't be minus three,
you have to be kidding me,
but when you can, please,
pass the antifreeze,
my coffee has frozen on me
And one of mine:
The winter has gone berserk
Far beyond a quirk
Bundled up like a geezer
In a deep freezer
And the next day dressed to twerk
It's catching. Please feel free to submit one of your own. And speaking of catching, here's a website following the flu north.
7 comments:
WITH MUCH CLASS
You describe my work as crass,
on counting, take a pass,
with this wonderful one
I've done five-fifty-one,
and every one with much class
Today's:
YELLOW SNOW
All night the dogs had to go,
outside they always went slow,
they'd had little to drink,
so you know what I think?
they like to make yellow snow
There's nothing that makes you so old
As a whiff of this sub-zero cold
Your feet start a-slippin,
Your fingers stop grippin,
And your figure's a thing to behold.
Sorry, wrong number.
the light on those buildings looks really so warm...
it's hard to believe there will be a storm...
but now it's so cold
it makes me feel old
since my hands and toes can barely perform???
One more try
It’s cold as a witches tit
And I think it feels like shit
Oh wait, they’ve got threes
Hanging out in the breeze
No wonder they’re all frostbit
@Kate
I'll beat Frank to the punch: Stick with painting. . .
painful eh?
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