There once was a grifter named Jones
Who drank milkshakes made out of bones
Then he uttered some libels
Had to swear on some Bibles
Now he’s one of the clout-chasing clones.
Writing limericks can often be hard
Just finding that perfectly rhymed word.
Like, does the phrase door hinge
Actually rhyme with orange?
Well, it is close, but alas no cigar.
As usual, you may expect the uncritical applause of your devoted fellow redditors who greet each new limerick you contrive as though it had descended not from the ordinary labors of craft, revision, and familiar melody, but from some ineffably creative source where self-indulgence and genius are thought, by you at least, to be one and the same.
Submissions must be complete limericks only. No NSFW comments on this thread please.
As usual, you may expect the uncritical applause of spat sport fans, who greet each fresh tiff you contrive as though it had descended not from the ordinary failings of temper and vanity, but from some Olympian source where captiousness and genius are thought, by you at least, to be one and the same.
Submissions must be complete limericks only. No NSFW comments on this thread please.