Friday, November 18, 2011

363-364. They can't all make sense

The hardest part of writing limericks isn't the rhyming or getting proper scansion.  It's coming up with good story lines...
I like my next rhyme's funny ending,
But I'm thinking the whole thing needs mending.
I hate that line two
Has nothing to do
With the rest of the one I'm now sending.

A truck driver oddly named Poutiver,
Called his mink coat deliveries his "route of fur."
When his wife would catch cold,
Used a remedy bold --
His cure was to fuck the snot out of 'er.

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