He woke with a fart in the tent He looked and the tent pole was bent He went out to the wood And what happened he stood In some brown stuff with scent Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Cheese roll for lunch
/// The scent of the brown stuff was not as bad As the stinky cheese roll he had That cheese scent in the tent Was surely not heaven sent His nose knows it was sad. <>
Tough for a getting old mind As age to your brain is not kind The stuff in your brain It slips down the drain As the brain begins to unwind Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Age 76
/// Went to the kitchen for chili Poured a cup of coffee Back in the bedroom I fell into gloom When I realized I did not get my spaghetti. <>
It's easy to bear A nice Camembert What stinks up your nose Are Jalapenos It's then you need fresh air Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Bonus Q: What's the best cheese to tempt a bear out of the woods? A: Cam-on-bear (camembert)
I owed a ode To Dr Toad The little green amphibian From the Caribbean??? Or just down the road Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
/// Do you think a bear would Come on out of the wood For some nice Jalapenos Depends on which way the wind blows He would smell it if he could. <>
If a bear had a bare wood Do you think he should Flash it about? A bear who would flout Such a asset cannot be good Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
/// Tho I try try try try I have to cry cry cry cry I can't get no whiskey I can't get no coffee Have to say goodby bye bye bye bye bye. <>
Limericks! Not country music. Hell, I'm surprised your dog didn't run off in your truck with your girlfriend and the rest of the beer... Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
/// My dog drove away in my truck My girlfriend was in the bed. What luck! Now I'm sleeping in a log I sure do miss that dog I need someone to pull me out of the muck. <>
Mine does. He likes laying under the bench when I'm target shooting, and he likes barbecue and trucks. I don't know if he likes my girl, 'cause I don't have one. C'est la vie.
If I could write an epic poem In limerick form that would show 'em, But my attention span Is much shorter than What's required for me to grow 'em.
Very nice. I might change the second line to scan a bit better: "In Limerick form that'd show 'em". Just my editor coming out, swinging wildly. I can't even claim that part of me has a hat...