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Multiple Lines Per Player: A Limericks Special Edition
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Here's an experiment with the Limerick form. In this game (and this one only) it is permissible for players to contribute more than one line each to each limerick, just to see if we can increase the level of coherence in this much-loved form as practised in the Morniverse. Everything else is the same as normal... Take it away!
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"I really am clever
Because there is never ... open quote warning ...
Not a stiff for whom the bell tolls
I live as I do, no regrets
I have not one friend, and no pets
And yet, every night
To my utter delight
Playing poker alone, I win bets
I once met a practising priest
Who travelled some years in the East
Upon his return
He was interred in an urn
You see, he had come back deceased... what a morbid downbeat limerick...
Alas, poor cetation, thy tale
Besaddens me - I knew you, whale.
And Thames, be ye shallow
Not fertile, but fallow
Just bodes that your rescue will fail - I'm blubbing already
I'm Upbeat, I'm Bright and I'm Breezy
Hence penning a poem so cheesy
But things could be worse
Like a fairy tale curse
That morphs me into Dopey or Sneezy
Whenever I find that
                                  you're near
I run up to my room and chug beer
After three pints of mild
I blub like a child
Any more, and I'll feel a bit queer.
Forgot two at once.
Whenever I feel a bit queer
I go out and grab a quick beer
And once I am drunk
I behave like a punk
Dressed in chains and my new leather gear
I once saw a quack down in Staines
Regarding my varicose veins
He examined and poked
And prodded and stroked
Then said "
                It's a map of the drains."
[CdM] Hey, it doesn't say anything in the rubric about less than one line being permitted :P
The spanner I keep in my tights
Gives the ladies delectable frights
While my handy hacksaw
Makes them all beg for more
It's only the chisel that blights
When Henry was courting his Anne
She coyly snapped open her fan.
"If you wish to wed me"
"And will not behead me
"You certainly can be may man"
Those men borne in May has got all,
They’re rich has good looks, most are tall,
They marry nice wife
And they get jolly life
Unlike those poor sods born in fall
A beautiful creature, the swan
Is just an elaborate con
You stretch a duck's neck
Then lime it like heck
And place it in l’arte de salon
Enormously thankful I am
That you saved me from all of this spam
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