There once was a farmer from Polk Who made a trade for a pig in a poke Though what I cannot divine Is word he'd butchered the swine When the sack held no pig ... what's the joke?
A pilot I know from Phuket Had Baked beans but had to regret As this enormous fart broke t'propeller apart Now he's feeding a biofuel jet (Hi Geo, nice to see you are on the air again!
'Tra-la-la!' I declaimed, and 'Tee hee!' 'Woo-hoo!' and 'Ha-ha!' and 'Yippee!' Then later, 'Oh, cock!' Once I'm not on the clock And need no more simulate glee
Time to rewrite a Limerick from October 2014: An athlete of deeds meritorious, Whose life had been largely victorious, Fired on quite regardless - Dolus eventualis - Guilty of murder inglorious