There once was a boy named Fred
Who got a little hot in his bed
Jumped up with a shout
And ran all about
To find that his family was dead.
I once had a friend named Jerry
Who's disposition was often quite merry
Her senses were keen
And her meat often lean
But was killed after drinking some dairy.
When taking an old friend to tea
Be sure to keep an eye on the fee
For when wallets are pulled out
To pay for that lake trout
You may count on receiving a plea.
There once was a man from Peru
Who was found with a nail in his shoe
Police dogs were muzzled
And detectives all puzzled
For feet he had none of the two.
Sitting typing these here into Blogger
Reminds me of that game Frogger
Both seem to possess
A strange emptiness
For in doing both I am simply a bother.
For any of you looking for meaning in these limerics, there is none. I felt that I had not been writing enough poetry lately, so I decided to whip out a few limerics. While writing them, I decided to do something that is slightly defient of the often silly nature of limerics. So, all of these limerics, except perhaps the last one, have a kind of morbid theme. Please don't judge me too harshly.
