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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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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
Now my mailbox is filled
With new spam that’s been grilled
So I am free to use my web-cam putting that one to bed ...
I tried to find ice rinks to skate
On a trip to the Orange Free State
But all I could find
Was the roller-skate kind
Which started a heated debate
I've lost all my will to survive
Perhaps it is time to contrive
A method; a date
A partner, a mate
Who can jack up my lousy sex drive
I once found an ingot of lead
Tucked under the sheets of my bed
This slab of pure plumbum,
The cause of my numb bum,
Now anchors the wardrobe instead
My sandwiches fell in the bin
And got covered in raw chicken skin
At risk of contracting
Intestine extracting
I gulped a huge barrel of gin
I fear that that these strict Muslim loons
Who get angry at simple cartoons
Will settle the score
By being quick on the draw
And send round al-Qaeda's goons.
In a hut in north-western Nepal
An idol adheres to the wall
His one little eye
Sheds a tear by-and-by
For the fate that must surely befall. gulp
A
sprightly
old
widow
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