mc5 - The Obligatory Limericks Game Reincarnated

I outgrabe like a mome rath

Tuj

But my feeling of whimsy

CdM

Was fleeting and flimsy forcing attempt denied

irach

As I fled from the borogove path

I once lunched in Stow-on-the-Wold

My starter was greasy and cold

The main course inedible

The bill was incredible

And the walls were all covered in mold. Sorry about that not finishing last time. I guess one should not play when one is extremely tired, even if for odd reasons, one cannot sleep.

nights

I once gave a farmer a lift [Phil] I am insulted! The Strasbourgeois are lots of fun!

He just had some garlic, and whiffed

I deployed my ejector

To a vertical vector [nights] I'm sure they are, given the quantity of beer brewed there. I was simply struggling for a rhyme :-)

Then launched into orbit quite swift…

Tomorrow the Moon will return

From its weekend out with Saturn

nights

While the moon was away Excuses, excuses... :)

The earth did decay

Projoy

So perhaps it is best to adjourn?

There's nothing as fast as a cheetah

So says my feline speed-o-meter

Quendalon

But if you want slow

(So slow it don't show) internal rhyme alert...

Watch lichen — a sloth record-beater.

Today, I am dyeing. It's black... (re-dying faded black clothes black)

As a glass of black mild Nutty Slack

Its minute albedo

gil

Is just right for sado- ...that was a tricky one, Rosie.

-lin, Matching my nice Chapeau Claque.

(gil) Yeah, a bit clever-clever, but there's speedo, libido, paedo, lido, credo, Toledo.

All my clothes have been eating by moths

And my shoes have been slothing by sloths Making a feature out of the quirk of KS's line

Kim

And as for my hats

They're all nested by bats

So they think I've been haunting by Goths

We are what we eat we have heard

So I'm mostly tomatoes and curd

And I'm a nice curry

I eat in a hurry

cfm

And for me, olives are the last word

Quendalon

The practice of oenomancy

Giertrud

Is one that the Romans did fancy

By sharing a cask

An enquirer could ask

cfm

Which actions were safe and which chancy

Giertrud

A strapping young fellow named Clancy

When working the clubs was called Nancy

He strapped while she stripped

And flopped while he flipped

For the clients who all took his fancy

That all-soft'ning o'erpowering knell

Means you're on a journey to Hell Not you, m'dear.

Slip into the mire

To a fate that is dire

And our trip down the hill ´s going swell.

There's a gap in my force-field of love

Through which demons and succubi shove

It's a worm-hole of lust

And romance turns to dust

Which flies to the clouds up above.

This journey could go on forever

CdM

And is surely not worth the endeavor

For when we arrive

From a very long drive

There's been a change in the weather

There's a feeling - or is it just me? -

That this verse will stop dead at line three

I'm not one to doubt.

Tuj

If I reincarnate as a puffin

I'll mulishly call myself Muffin

On the island of Lundy

My partner and me

Botherer

Will nest-build from navels with fluff in.

We have heard that the winner takes all [T, R, R, S, B]Excellent, free drinks tonight!

But don't fret should the wealth start to gall

Cash can't bring you joy

Unless you're called Roy

But it's better than bugg*r all

[Softers] If I may be so bold - you are significantly short-syllabled and arrhythmic in both your last entries .. thought you'd sussed this game by now ;-)

Inner lining

Marc - The Scansion-class this Fall semester

Will be taken by the head jester [Chalks] I disagree, it does work.

The Rhymer's a clown

The jester will frown